[ Drift would sooner wrench back and tear off the offending limb of whoever tried to comfort him when he was this mired in his own grief. That part of him, always simmering just below the surface, that part of Deadlock that lingered-- violence for the sake of drowning out everything else. Only instead, Drift finds himself so drained that even his basest nature is washed away in the tides of his grief.
Turning, Drift allows himself this passing moment of weakness and simply collapses against Megatron. The familiarity of it all was warped by the passage of time and bitterness of their shared memories. Only here, in the dream, on neutral ground, could Drift finally relent as he mourned for them both. ]
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Turning, Drift allows himself this passing moment of weakness and simply collapses against Megatron. The familiarity of it all was warped by the passage of time and bitterness of their shared memories. Only here, in the dream, on neutral ground, could Drift finally relent as he mourned for them both. ]