[Audio] [Locked to Blurr & Sideswipe]

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 [Locked to Blurr]

Libellula.  I was wondering if we could meet up somewhere private. I have many questions I need to ask you about recent events.

[Locked to Sideswipe]

Sideswipe. It appears we are the only two from our world left.

[It's a strange feeling, actually...]

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...

He said there's someone here we have to watch out for. The one with needles in his fingers.

[For emphasis, he wiggles his fingers on his right hand, held up.]

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[stabbywheelfeet]

... The one with needles in his fingers.

That doesn't tell us anything. How typical.

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I know who he's speaking of, Sideswipe.

The one Tarn killed on screen. It can only be him.

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[stabbywheelfeet]

Okay, so you know.

And we can keep clear, end of story.

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I'm going to investigate it.


[Blunt.]

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[stabbywheelfeet]

...

That's the stupidest thing you've ever said.

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...

Thanks, bello. I appreciate it.

[Those wings fold down as he goes to place the datasticks on the far console of their room.]

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[stabbywheelfeet]

No, I'm serious! Can you hear yourself?

[He unbends himself, and moves to follow him.]

You start out telling me this guy is dangerous and harmful and suddenly you want to go run off to find him?

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[A hand rests itself on the slab of table, turning to lean against it.]

I'm not going to confront him. Merely...observe.

Stealth Ops.

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[stabbywheelfeet]

And if that doesn't work?

He was an Autobot, right? What are you going to do if he sees you? Fight him?

We don't work like that!

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I have no intentions of confrontation, mio amore.

What, am I supposed to trust someone who can tinker with our minds?

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[stabbywheelfeet]

That doesn't mean it won't happen! You can't be totally sure.

I didn't say that. But -- he's an Autobot.

[Autobots don't do that to each other.]

[Right?]

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I can't trust that, not anymore.

[Which hurts him to say, flinching away a moment.]

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[stabbywheelfeet]

... What are you ...? What does that mean?

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There are Autobots who...betray us, Sideswipe.

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[stabbywheelfeet]

Tch. Maybe in other worlds.

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[There's a pointed glare at Sideswipe.]

What do you think Needle Fingers is from, Sideswipe? The moon?

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[stabbywheelfeet]

Not our Cybertron!

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So therefore he has the ability to betray us!

Just trust me, Sideswipe. I've seen it.

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[stabbywheelfeet]

... I--! Still!

We don't betray them! Right? We can't--! I mean. That's wrong!

[He's sputtering, and at a loss for any better words right now. He very rarely sounds as... young... as he does right then.]

[He's no stranger to war, to Decepticon treachery and violence. But growing up in the shadow of Prime's right hand bot... it founded a very strong, almost foolish, belief in your fellow Autobot.]

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[His head hangs down, avoiding Sideswipe's gaze for the moment.]

I can't trust blindly by faction anymore, Sideswipe. I've seen too much for that. I've seen what that can do.

[It was hard, doing this to him. He was so black and white on things, Sideswipe. Only because he didn't know what that betrayal could do to a bot. How it would affect them.


How it AFFECTED HIM.]

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[stabbywheelfeet]

But, it...!

[His hands just make grasping motions at the air. Helpless ones. He's at a loss, now, for what to do with himself, what to say.]

[This just feels... wrong.]

You're doing this because of the word of a Decepticon.

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[His nails rake against the table. Even breaking this to Sideswipe slowly was hard.

And he didn't think he could do it all now.]

I told you, I've seen it myself.


Barricade just adds to the credibility.

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[stabbywheelfeet]

The Decepticon adds to credibility! Are you serious!

[It's like arguing with a wall. He's not even trying to listen. He can't wrap his head around it.]

[He shoves himself up off the bed, scowling.]

How can you say that!

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Mio dio...

[There's muttering in Italian, because it's the only language Sideswipe won't care to understand. By now his claws have made permanent grooves in the table as he stands up straight, wings flicking in warning.

Sideswipe, he doesn't want to lose his cool, not at you.

Those eyes are saddened. They're hurt, that the bot would put his Autobot pride above his words.

But...then again, it was a bit hard to trust when you're speaking from the future.]

I'm leaving. Forget I said anything.