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[The scroll starts up like someone just flung it open, Arcee popping onto the feed looking just as disgruntled as ever. Good to see some things never change.]

Could someone please explain to Marty that bringing a fragging dog into a small house filled with cats is a bad idea. No, scratch that, the worst idea.

Because apparently, I can't get through to him.

[She let him have his stupid metal music, WHY THIS? It's not like it's her house or anything.]

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[For Arcee, friendship tends to evolve into family as time goes by and she even considers extending that to Marty. Only problem is her family has had a nasty habit of disappearing on her and becoming close hasn't been beneficial for her lately...]

Nearing a year, now that I think about it.

A while then. A long time to be away from friends.

[Chromedome honestly can't imagine being on his own. Away from his own little community of misfits where he belonged. Strangely enough, he's not sure if he misses them yet or not. It's been a few weeks already.]

I was living on a ship before I came here. Come to think of it, I don't think I've lived on a planet in centuries. What about you?

Tell me about it.

[Arcee has vaguely heard about this ship, at least if it's the same one Brainstorm or Rung have been on. Considering what she knows about Chromedome? She's pretty sure the chances are high.]

I've...been stationed on Earth for around scrap, I don't know... three years? Four. Who knows? I just got back on Cybertron before I was dragged to this wonderland. Doesn't seem fair, the more I think about it.

It wasn't so bad in the beginning. I actually had bots I knew hanging around. [Almost even fell in love, too. Oops.] Most of them are gone now... Don't even know where Bulk is half the time anymore...

What's it like, staying here for so long? Does it change how you think? It must, considering that you're very small and fuzzy.

[He hesitates for a moment, reluctant to offer up his company. Not because of anything Arcee has done, but because he doesn't want to come across as needy or pushy. He doesn't get the impression that Arcee is impressed by either.]

If you ever want to, I don't know, hang out, then I'm available when I'm not studying. If it's Cybertronian company you want, of course.

No. It doesn't.

[Again, she's surprisingly quick to deny that. It'd be a cold day in pony hell before Arcee admits anything about this has changed her. She wants to believe she's stronger than that, that "small and fuzzy" doesn't make her any less Cybertronian. Regaining the Apex Armor helped with that a little, but damn did that question sting.]

Look, no offense, but my "Cybertronian company" tends to disappear before I have a chance to realize it. [Except Brainstorm for some reason. That's just her luck.] So unless you're looking for a fast track into this Pale Pony scrap, we better stick to the scroll.

The way you phrased that makes it sound like you think you're responsible for the people who disappear.

[...]

Who knows? It could be.

That can't be true.

It's a big enough coincidence where I don't care if it's true or not.

[Part of him just wants to leave this here and go stare at a wall for another hour or so. It's not that easy though, because he wants to talk to people about as much as he wants to be left alone. To talk with another Cybertronian would be much better than any of these organics.]

So the answer is to not make any Cybertronian friends? Isolating yourself like that-

[He has to stop. How can he finish that sentence when he has done exactly that for months. Hypocrite.]

Makes me sound terrible when you put it like that. Like I said, we can always stick to the scrolls.

[She winces just a tiny bit. It almost felt like she was going backwards, now that she thinks about it. But unlike last time, there aren't any Cliffs or Jacks to pull her out of it. How can anyone really pull her out of it after everything Calice put her through?]

I'm just...done getting hurt.

My... My partner-

[It hurts to mention him. He glances away for a moment before looking back at her.]

He was the kindest, wisest, and most cheerful person you could ever meet. If he were here, he'd say that isolation does nothing but make you colder and lonelier inside. He was a real optimist.

[Which Chromedome is not. But saying these words, remembering Rewind as he was, makes his spark lift ever so slightly. Still, it's painfully obvious that he's not the kind of person Arcee needs. Maybe Arcee isn't the kind of person he needs. He can't give up though, not yet.]

I understand though. I've never been very good about pain either. Unlike you, it's probably because I'm a coward. But y'know, you handle the war however you can.

...I was told the pain would go away. I'm not convinced just yet.

[Well if her eyes could get any wider, they'd shoot out of her head. Those ears slowly begin to droop as she realizes just what she's dealing with right now.

Change the names around and he might as well be singing her song.

Arcee's spark...heart...sinks into her stomach and she mouths something, but no words come out. Maybe it was "I'm so sorry" or something along those lines because nothing feels worse than kicking a bot who is pretty much just like you.]

...Is he alive?

[He can't stop the wave of pain that flashes across his features. Inside his mind, it's like there's a big, black hole beneath him that threatens to drag him down. He can't give into it, but it'd be so easy.

There's an unfamiliar prickling in his eyes, and he answers as steadily as he can.]

No.

[He almost wants to leave it there.]

H-He died seven months ago. C-Can you imagine? Dying after the war was over? We thought we made it.

[Guilt tugs at his spark some more. This was all his fault.]

Edited 2014-10-16 03:04 (UTC)

[Arcee never thought she'd feel something sit inside the back of her throat, but here she is, not sure what to do with this terrible feeling in her awful organic body. What do you even say to that? She could mention that she lost two partners, how they didn't even make it after the war, but that felt like she was making it a contest. There's no winner when it comes to losing people, especially someone so close.

Saying sorry doesn't seem like it'd do much either, it's not like it'd bring him back. Hell, Arcee doesn't really like it when people apologize after finding out about her losses.

Really, when it came down to it, the best course of action would to be to say what she's always wanted to hear people tell her.]

You're not alone.

I... I...

[He's not going to break down in front of someone he barely knows. He's stronger than that. Wait, no he isn't. He's not strong at all.]

Thank you, Arcee.

[And he means it. The world is a very big, cold empty place without Rewind in it. Everything is so meaningless without Rewind around to say little things like "I love you" whenever Chromedome needed to hear them. But some comfort from a stranger is a good distraction from his own black thoughts.]

I meant what I said before. You don't have to be alone either.

[That felt right. Rewind would have been happy with him.]

I know. ...I'm sorry.

[Which of course she means. As much as she hates outright apologizing, there's no way she couldn't say it in this case. It hurts, a lot, but it's not like she doesn't deserve it. She...really needs to stop, she knows it, too. It's just a lot harder when she doesn't have someone reminding her constantly.]

I didn't mean that scroll scrap, I just...worried. For your sake. I had some scrap blow up in my face recently and I've just been taking it out on everyone...

You don't deserve that.

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