[ It's a horrid realization and it makes Megatron feel sick. The other mech is caught up in a tidal wave of grief, unable to properly mourn and he thinks that this will help bring back his conjunx. It's maddening, of course, to think of that little 'magic trick' as Rodimus would have called it and not know--but that's the risk, isn't it? Megatron steps forward, then pauses again. He doesn't have the courage to try and touch Drift or offer him comfort without being invited. He feels too weak, too distant. ]
We can't know if it worked. It might have, but we're the Lost Light left here, in this universe. We knew that was a possibility when we voted!
[ He finally reaches out to take Drift by the shoulders, staring down into the other mech's optics. ]
Wondering about it, wishing for it will only cause you more sparkache. It's already happened and we can't know whether it worked or not! If it did, the pair of us are probably still sitting at Swerve's right now somewhere. I know you're in pain, but this isn't going to heal you. What if you go back and you still end up on this side of the jump?
[ He gives Drift a firm shake, as if it might shake him free of the thought. ]
What will you have left, Drift? What will you do to yourself?
[ As he's speaking the scene around them shifts, the dreamy memory seeming to shift and change in response to the turbulent thoughts of the pair. The high rise shimmers, melds, and melts starting to half resemble a ruined penthouse and half the bar on board the Lost Light with it's cozy booths and glimmering engex tanks. ]
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[ It's a horrid realization and it makes Megatron feel sick. The other mech is caught up in a tidal wave of grief, unable to properly mourn and he thinks that this will help bring back his conjunx. It's maddening, of course, to think of that little 'magic trick' as Rodimus would have called it and not know--but that's the risk, isn't it? Megatron steps forward, then pauses again. He doesn't have the courage to try and touch Drift or offer him comfort without being invited. He feels too weak, too distant. ]
We can't know if it worked. It might have, but we're the Lost Light left here, in this universe. We knew that was a possibility when we voted!
[ He finally reaches out to take Drift by the shoulders, staring down into the other mech's optics. ]
Wondering about it, wishing for it will only cause you more sparkache. It's already happened and we can't know whether it worked or not! If it did, the pair of us are probably still sitting at Swerve's right now somewhere. I know you're in pain, but this isn't going to heal you. What if you go back and you still end up on this side of the jump?
[ He gives Drift a firm shake, as if it might shake him free of the thought. ]
What will you have left, Drift? What will you do to yourself?
[ As he's speaking the scene around them shifts, the dreamy memory seeming to shift and change in response to the turbulent thoughts of the pair. The high rise shimmers, melds, and melts starting to half resemble a ruined penthouse and half the bar on board the Lost Light with it's cozy booths and glimmering engex tanks. ]