[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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[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.

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[stabbywheelfeet]

[He's about to spit out something angry and fierce and full of too much pride. How dare Mirage do this. How dare he say those things? Take a Decepticon's side!]

[Then he sees Mirage's face.]

[The anger drains away, leaving only confusion. Hurt of his own. He just sort of stands there, staring at him. His voice processor works, once, before he falls silent.]

Fine.

Go ahead. Do what you want.

[Even though saying it makes something in his spark drop.]

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[He's leaving. Although, a claw stops at the doorway, pressing against it as he puts himself halfway through the entrance.]

I was going to ask you to be my partner. To investigate this.


[Those eyes flick down, unable to meet the other's now. More out of shame than anything.]


But I'll handle it.

[And then, he cloaks, leaving him there.]

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[stabbywheelfeet]

Mir--

[But he's gone. Mirage is gone. The anger and wounded pride flare up, only to fizzle out as he realizes the red bot is gone.]

[Alone.]

Mirage!

[There's not really any hope of catching up to him. But he skates to the door anyway, calling down the hall.]

[And being met with only echoes.]

[Damn it...]