[Audio] [Locked to Blurr & Sideswipe]

[perfavore]

 [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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[Action]

[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.]

[Action]

[perfavore]

[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.]

[Action]

[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...]