[Voice] Trying Too Hard

[vandalization]

So that's it then. Everything is back to "normal". As normal as this place gets and we're all left a little more fucked up than when we started.

Let's talk, humans, bears, Autobots, Decepticons. We're all people stuck here. Some of us want to be here, some of us don't...

But.

I just want to hear something good.

It doesn't matter if we're friends or not. But I'd like to hear from you.

Have you made friends here?

Would you rather go home or stay? If you want to go home, what is it there that you miss?

What makes you happy?

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FINE WITH ME

[lifepersists]

I... I don't remember that.

[sword_redemption]

First Aid, I don't lie. I wouldn't lie about something like that. It was the last thing I remember.

[lifepersists]

...I don't think you'd lie to me.

[ Even if he's not sure who is his friend and who he can trust right now. ]

I don't think I could save people like that, though.

[sword_redemption]

[Whirl. Don't trust Whirl. Ever. See? Simple!!]

We never know what we're capable of until we're under pressure. [He grins, but the grin fades. Because he hadn't really done that well under pressure.]

[lifepersists]

[ But Whirl was a Wrecker!! ]


That's true.


I need to think about things.

[sword_redemption]

[Whirl is also...Whirl.]

[Oh.] Do you want to talk?

[lifepersists]

[ True. But... First Aid would be First Aid. ]


Yes. But I'm not sure what I want to talk about yet.

[sword_redemption]

[A wry smile. ]

I know that feeling. [All too well. ]

If you ever want to talk, you can contact me. [He's thinking about what Primary Care had told him. He had to try harder.]

[lifepersists]

I will. Once I know what to talk about. Thank you, Drift.

[sword_redemption]

[A distinct feeling he's getting brushed off, but in the circumstances, what can he do?]

...all right.