[He can't hold it back this time, it's logic, and the hard truth.]

And how will she or I feel if you go to the Badlands and don't return?

[He shakes his head, both to try to clear it and to dismiss the thought. He puts two fingers to his crest as he cycles a long breath.]

Someone gets hurt regardless in that senerio, there must be a better way. Assuming worst case scenario, the last time this happened, you said you fought it and won. How long did it take? The loss of control, was it immediate?

[He's trying to be rational now, constructive and more clear headed. Though now he's starting to notice the it, the Calling.]]

It? .... You don't mean Unicron, do you? [this a new kind of crazy talk and Wing doesn't like it any better!]