((ooc: Eep! Hey we can play it off this way, too. No worries))

The one, the Prime, right before the war got started, had a superweapon. It bled off the energies of mechs' sparks, to create a blast that could destroy half a city.

[That's the standard he's holding as 'bad'. He's pretty sure you've not managed that. You know, double genocide, basically. ]

And they wondered why we started fighting. [But no, that had been the wrong path, the wrong way. ]

Then maybe 'power' isn't the resource you need to call on. I mean. All I did for four million years was fight. Because a weapon was all I had. Every question...the answer was always a gun. Or a sword. But...that doesn't work when there's peace. You have to--I have to--use something else. Not just power.

[Oh, well, oops. That was embarrassing. Someone had Wing on the brain module. The way they'd parted still rankled, apparently.]

I don't know. If he's my Ratchet, he would. But...not even sure he's the Pharma I know. [Frag this place was confusing.]