“It would not be MUTUAL!!” he spat, snapping his helm back to boring holes in the Prime’s helm with his optics.This proved to be a bad move, as more still enraged battle protocols were forcibly deactivated. Several tons of metal plating refused to sit tight against his protoform.
"I will not fall to you… and if you think I’m mad, heh. You made me this way.” Vision started to blur. Sitting down suddenly became a necessity rather than an attempt to save face. He took the stool and gripped the edge of the bar, trying to count the strange striations in the grain of the wood and ignore the writhing throb. Do not show weakness.
The seething rage that bled through his EM field, coupled with the dark frown that had carved its way into his features kept Optimus from the same outbursts that his counterpart kept fighting. Barely.
“Did I?” He asked rhetorically, tempering his voice with forced calm, “By attempting to keep peace where you would not allow it to exist. Even now, you stand here, bordering a system’s crash and consumed with hatred.”
He let a harsh stare meet the Warlords’. “If this is not madness I cannot place a better example.”
“What you called peace I called complacency. The council would not have allowed anything to change, and still you-” The further along that train of thought went, the deeper his claws gouged into the wood. It takes a few heavy, shaky ventilations for the warlord to collect coherent thoughts. Optimus was right; his systems would fail soon if he couldn’t calm down. Pathetic.
“Injury… not insanity. You trained your scout well, if that matters to you. The scar he left may never heal properly, you should be very proud…” Averting his optics worked only for a brief time. That deep voice and blazing EM field wouldn’t let him forget who he was talking to. May as well look him in the eye, despite the burn in his overheating chest.
“Even thinking too hard about you gives me physical pain, isn’t that such perfect justice?” That cube of high grade is starting to look very inviting…
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