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WARNING: there be violence here! In the form of frenzy beating the shit out of Rung. Order of events is Rung made this post then went to see Prowl. Then stopped in at the games to pick up his dragon. Remembered he had something for Kagerou and went to Prima's temple to get it and was jumped.

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[Rung's been pretty busy as of late, keeping to his office as he deals with a lot of stuff that's been going on and working with those that need his help.

But now..he has a few things that he needs to take care of.]

I just wanted to let everyone know that I will not be in my office at all today. If you need me for anything, feel free to contact me via a private comm.

[He smiles a bit sheepishly.]

I figured it might be best to actually get out of my office for a bit.

[LOCKED TO PROWL]

I hope you don't mind but I need to speak with you on a matter and will be stopping by shortly.

[Not that he'd really care all that much if you did mind, Prowl.]

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[Talking conspiracy theories, are we? He quirks an optic at that, with just the slightest hint of condescension for indulging that suspicion.]

You can "wonder" as much as you'd like, Rung.

The fact of the matter is that Chromedome is dead, and Tarn was the one who killed him. What concerns me now is that he face trial for what he's done, before more Cybertronians end up dead and on display.

[Rung tilts his head a bit, an unreadable look on his face as he takes note of every little thing, as always.

And, just like every other time, is going to compare it to information he has prior. Just watch all the connections flow~ Because there's lies in them there words, Prowler, and Rung knows it.]

I certainly hope that something will actually be done considering this is hardly the first time Tarn has done something deserving of a trail. Yet he always seems to walk away from it.

Then perhaps you should be having this conversation with the Law Committee.

[He sits back down.]

Are you finished? Or do you want to continue wasting my time.

Everything is a waste of your time unless you deem it worthy, Prowl. That sort of response is rather typical of you.

[And isn't going to do anything to get Rung to stop.]

Whatever it is you're doing, you need to leave Chromedome out of it. Actually, you should just leave everyone out of it and actually attempt to do something yourself instead of using others.

If I was interested in a psychoanalysis I would have notified you for an appointment.

[But he's not.]

[And he doesn't particularly care about what you think of him.]

And I'm sure if anyone were interested in you manipulating them to your liking, they'd ask.

[There's a sigh, mildly annoyed that he has to keep dealing with these answers.]

I have work to do, Rung.

[He breaks eye contact, drawing attention to the details of the datapad in front of him.]

If you want to discuss something relevant, I'll lend an open audial. If we're just going to toss around baseless theories, then perhaps you should go enjoy the Games. It'll be better for both of us.

I'm sure you do, Prowl. Always looking to better things with your work aren't you?

[The sarcasm. It is strong in that statement.]

You can play the innocent card all you'd like but my words are anything but baseless. You forget how many I've worked with that have been caught in your crossfire, Prowl.

I dont forget.

[He doesn't give Rung the courtesy of eye contact again.]

And no, I'm still not concerned.

So you don't forget; you just don't care. Not surprising given the lengths you'll go no matter what lives are at stake.

[Rung's not leaving that easily, Prowl.

His composure stays together, everything the therapist says calm and collected, his head tilted a bit now as if he were working with a patient.

Because if anyone were going to be pictured under the word 'manipulative' in the dictionary..]

You can't play these games here, Prowl.

[Prowl notices Rung's change in expression from the corner of his eye. Giving him that analyzing look.]

[He stops poking at the datapad and calmly looks up. Eye to eye.]

Are you sure this is about Chromedome, doctor? I'm beginning to think you're just here to satisfy your own curiosity.

It's about Chromedome, yes.

[His optics narrow just the slightest bit.]

And about Kup. And Ironfist. And the countless others you've manipulated over the years in what I'm sure you'd like to say was the name of the Autobot cause.

You seem to have a habit of indulging rumors. Am I really that popular a topic among your patients?

[Prowl seems unconcerned at the accusations.]

You do know that Ironfist willingly agreed to his task, yes? I made him an offer, and he accepted it of his own free will.

You're quite a popular topic with everyone, Prowl. I'd even go as far as to say your name is mentioned more than Optimus or Megatron's at times.

[Thats alright. You do t have to say anything, Prowl.]

Yes because he was rather certain he had no other options left. I deemed him unfit for duty and yet, somehow, that was ignored and he became your chosen individual.

Was it because he was already set to die so it wouldn't be any real loss?

More than Optimus? I'm flattered.

[Not really.]

Rung, this is a rather inappropriate time and place to discuss details of a mission that happened a long time ago.

Ironfist was needed and he agreed to his task. His death was regrettable, but it was a risk he voluntarily acknowledged to when he signed on. I don't see the issue.

The issue is that you have no regard for the lives of others, whether it be someone you barely know or a former partner of yours. All that matters to you is results; the cost of those results is easily ignored.

[Sitting up straight again, Rung outright frowns now but there's a flicker of almost pity in his gaze. ]

When did winning start outwieghing the importance and preservation of lives?

[He doesn't like that little hint of pity. He doesn't need your pity, Rung.]

[The datapads are put away when it becomes evident enough that the orange bot wouldn't leave until he got some sort of answer to gnaw on.]

[Prowl stands up, wordlessly, and goes to the entrance door.]

Since we became entangled in a war.

A war with a six million year stalemate, with no regard to the destruction it dealt to our home planet. Or other planets, for that matter.

[Winning meant ending that stalemate. And he'd be more than willing to sacrifice a few Autobots to ensure that the destruction stopped.]

[Oh, but that pity will stay there. You are such a broken individual, Prowl, that he just can't help it. So much held in; such a firm mask in place.

It's hard not to pity--to feel bad for someone like that.]

So the standstill is what drives you to continue harming others? To continue the destruction? You do realize that everything you do hurts Cybertron more, don't you? Instead of focusing on how to fix things while keeping tabs on everything else going on, you're so focused on completely eradicating those that aren't Autobots that you're making things just as bad as they use to be.

You aren't fixing anything, Prowl. You're making the rifts between Autobots larger and causing those that don't bare our mark to hate us even more.

I can subdivide this little problem into miniscule pieces. I can project nearly every possible outcome and know exactly how to execute it. I'm not some damaged megalomaniac blindly reaching for something unattainable.

[He turns around to face the therapist, silhouetted against the light coming from the door's small window.]

I don't expect you to understand. You have too much empathy to ever be a tactician. But no, surprisingly enough, I don't want to eradicate every non-Autobot.

[Prowl continues his circle of the room, this time stopping at the single decoration in the entire space. It was insignificant, almost unnoticeable, which was more unfortunate accident than anything, but it was there. A quiet reminder of what, in the end, he was trying to protect. A simple gift from Flonne: the folded paper flowers.]

I want to bring a sense of peace. A sense of order.

[Rung couldn't help but mentally chide himself for not having noticed it when he came into the office. He'd been so focused on what he wanted to get out on the table that he had missed the obvious.

Missed those little details.

But as his gaze followed after Prowl, he took in the sight of the paper flowers, a flicker--a brief flicker--of surprise in his gaze.

And then his optics softened a bit.]

There are ways to go about achieving peace that don't require the violence and the deception, Prowl. I know you're aware of that but somewhere along the way, you lost any shred of emotion that you have--or at least, that's what you want everyone to believe.

[Rung stands now, but makes no move to approach the other, folding his arms over his chest as his vents cycle softly.]

You are brilliant, Prowl, there is no doubting that. And if anyone can keep the peace and make things work the way they should, it's you. But you can't keep doing this.

...

[For all his previous abrasiveness, Prowl never actually hated Rung. Not like he hated Metalkhawk. Not like he hated the NAILs. Or Spike.]

[The therapist had always been more of a simple obstacle. An annoyance that occasionally popped up out of the woodwork, angry at him every once in a while for expected reasons. Prowl would say something abrasive, disgust him with his apathy, and he'd leave. Life went on.]

[He wasn't sure what to do with... this.]

I'll do what is necessary.

What is necessary..or what you believe is the only option?

[The question is asked in a soft tone, Rung watching the other, studying any body language that he might give off.

There had been a time when Rung had respect for the other. They had never fully seen eye to eye on things but Prowl was good at what he did and had always been a model Autobot.

That bot was still there, Rung was sure of that. It was just a matter of finding him.]

Because desperation leads to an individual making rash calls and decisions. Causes them to become blind to the bigger picture because their focus is on the small picture that surrounds their goal.

I believe I've told you enough.

[Whatever glimmer Prowl had just revealed would appear to be just that. As much ground as they made today, he wasn't about to spill everything. He still had his plan, and he wasn't about to compromise it for the sake of his own feelings. That meant no specifics. Nothing incriminating.]

[Still, he'd allowed some fatigue into his expression as he returned back to the desk.]

Rashness is one thing I'll never allow to leak into my thought process. Now, are we finished here?

[What he'd been shown was enough. Rung would take what he could, when it was given, and slowly work on getting the other to open up eventually.

For now though, he was willing to step back.]

We are.

[The therapist gave the other a small nod before he turned to go, only to pause when he reached the door, hand resting against it as he glanced back at the other bot.]

...None of us ever mean to make rash decisions, Prowl. Sometimes, it just happens. Even the most logical of individuals can fall victim to that natural sort of reaction when placed in situations that require a 'fight for survival' sort of mentality.

I just hope you realize that before you lose yourself completely or lose something that is truly important to you.

[And with that, he'll take his leave.]

[Prowl says nothing as Rung addresses him one last time.]

[As the door closes behind him, a hand wanders back to the datapad he had been using earlier to continue going over his investigation.]

[The work came as a welcome distraction for him. It's much simpler to focus on something attainable than attempting to deconstruct his own emotions.]

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