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Aug. 1st, 2013 10:20 am
anechoic: to be alone (Default)
It does not feel strange, this divorcing of mind from action. He has nothing much to say about it.

(He never had much to say about it. Now he says nothing. He has become used to this routine. It could be just another fight for his life.)

Metal screams, tortured.

He ignores it.

Something tears. Fluid splashes, splatters. Blue pools at his feet, like a gift, like he is standing on Cybertron again.

Red swims into his vision. A fanged mouth opens in a wounded bellow. Everything seems very far away.

He is methodical about it.

He kneels, as if in prayer - or offering some gift. A falcon with prey - I have brought you something-

Energon pools around him, lighting him up. His visor is a dark mirror. It shows nothing of himself; it reflects, instead, his holding Megatron's arm aloft, like a trophy.

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