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When: Some time after locating the fissure
Who: Megatron and Drift
Where: Drift's place
What: Megatron knows when someone is purposefully avoiding him. Drift especially. Can't have that.

[ now it hasn't really bothered Megatron that people are wary of him or outright upset with him. that's what he had been dealing with on the Lost Light for months now. Megatron doesn't expect that to change overnight there and it's not going to be any different here. Pharma fears him - and rightfully so. Starscream is, well. Starscream. Rodimus happens to be more lively than what the ex-warlord is used to seeing, but that's a given considering it's before Ratchet and his co-captain had it out for reasons unknown to him.

Drift is a little different, though. they had been speaking just fine over the network. yet somehow the swordsmech seems to slip away whenever the opportunity presents itself. so Megatron is going to change this. he needs to know what is up with that one. had he misread their conversations or what?

that's how Megatron finds himself at Drift's residence, leaning against the corridor wall. waiting. ]

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That's the problem, isn't it? You never know what your decisions will bring. No one knows this better than Optimus Prime. How could he have known that releasing a wrongly arrested miner would have such far reaching consequences? Said miner believed that he was doing the right thing - fixing the wrongs of this world when really he simply made them worse.

[ his voice isn't rising to match Drift's of course. Megatron isn't even moving to stand. if that means his position is below the other, then so be it. ]

But this need to make amends through your yet to be made choices with Wing belittles the sacrifice he made for you. It's not living as well belittles your feelings towards him.

[Okay being paralleled with Optimus Prime is weird. Also this arrest business is new news, or at least it's making very old rumors make sense now. At anyrate it trips him up, vents heaving as he stands there with a pained frown, the realization of all he's said--things he's rarely ever expressed to anyone--out in the open air where they sting with new pain.

His helm bows.] But I knew. That was Lockdown's deal. Give them the Circle, get your freedom.

[He's not even talking directly to Megatron now, just narrating, even if he hears those words down to his very spark.

Drift sighs, running a hand over his face.]

He saved my life. Then he died for me. How do I not feel like I owe him?

[Because he honestly does not know.]

The type of person that does that, Drift, normally doesn't require anything in return - in life or death. Typically, they want what is best for you.

[ at least that's how it usually goes in his experience. it might not be the case for everyone, but the good ones? usually. this is something that Drift, once again, really needs to talk to Wing himself over. Megatron already suspects that what he says will ring true, but the fact that these two haven't spoken?

it's avoidance. ]

[Drift really wants to keep arguing. Because there's an angry energy there he needs to expunge. But the words ring too true, meshing with what even Wing himself has said. And maybe someday, starting here, Drift will realize that all this is him punishing himself, because the other debts have been paid or will never come due.

He sits again, heavily, the fight draining out of him with a whine of his engine. The white helm falls into his hands, weary under the weight of his life, his past. It's one of those moments when he could really use a hug, but he folds into himself instead, because it's been so rare that there was ever someone to ask such a thing of, it's not even a thing he thinks of.]

[ yes, that's exactly it. this really is all Drift pushing himself and Megatron knows that it's not healthy for the other either. it's funny how there are some things he wants to rectify. things he wants to try to fix and make better. or maybe it's just that he sees potential and wishes for it to blossom.

whatever the case, there's a hand once more falling on Drift's shoulder. Megatron isn't a touchy feely sort of guy. not really. but he knows when comfort is needed and this is something he can do. ]

[It's not all that strange. Afterall, Drift wants similar things. There's just few opportunities to him to rectify anything. He can't bring people back to life, but he can make things better for someone who has limited time.

The hand on the shoulder does help. Just a small symbol that no, for once, he's not alone. It takes a moment for Drift to recover his composure, but then he looks, hands open.]

So what then? I can't just turn away. I won't.

[Drift's loyalty, as always, is fierce.]

[ Megatron doesn't say a word, of course. this is Drift's moment to reign it in and work through things. the ex warlord isn't here to judge. just guide. ]

No one said you had to turn away, Drift. Just be aware.

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