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[bigsisterterran]

[Hi! I was told to set this up so people could leave me messages! So I'm leaving a message for you to leave me a message! If you know where my family is or how to get home, please tell me. I would like to go home. Thanks. Oh, this is Twitch.]

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[disastertron]

[Megatron sat quietly in the brig for what must have felt like a very long time. Then he sighed, and spoke to her about something he had been deliberating over ever since he had arrived here]

[He thought about a lot of things, during that pause. He almost said to her that he had been told that he may be the most dangerous version of himself on this ship. He could not refute that, in the same way he couldn't refute the accusations from Skywarp and Soundwave]

...I can promise that I will always put your continued safety and those of our family first. I can promise that my thoughts even now are only bent to making this life have found together in this place something we can all be proud of. You shouldn't have to look at me and wonder what I am thinking or what I may do if provoked, not when that goes against everything I have tried to teach you.

But can I promise what you ask...?

[He sat, and he thought, and he sat]

...I want to lie to you. You are a child, and should hear comforting words, the way I never... [A shake of his head that she can't see] I want to tell you yes, that I will always follow my word and never be that brute again. A word I have earned, among many. But... you are asking me to promise more than I have ever been. I make mistakes. I get angry. I strike out at perceived threats. And I make decisions for others when they would quite literally rather die.

But I won't.

No. I cannot promise that.

[bigsisterterran]

[Twitch doesn't know how to respond to this. She isn't sure what she's expected to say. Megatron is part of what little she has of her home on this ship. She wasn't scared of him. She had known him too long for just one fight to cause that and there is a bit of warm fuzzies knowing it was for her sister. In a way. She wasn't exactly clear on the situation. But she doesn't know if she wants protection like that and there's always the worry that things will get out of control.

Megatron doesn't scare her, but the situation did. She isn't sure she wants to admit it.

Sometimes, she hates being treated like a child, even if that's exactly what she is. The Maltos were always so good about finding that balance between maturity and gentleness. But then there are times where she wished she didn't understand things at all and she wished everyone would pretend things were okay.]

What are you going to do now?

[There is a beat before she speaks again.]

I'm not mad at you. It's okay you can't promise but...

[She sits down and pulls her knees up to her chest. Knowing what she's saying is true doesn't make it any easier.]

I wish you wouldn't have to fight so... mean.

[disastertron]

I don't quite know, but I know that it will involve attempting to prove that the trust that might or might not be placed in me is not misplaced, even when I have already broken it in the eyes of others. They deserve that much, at least. As do you and your sister.

[There are long beats of silence]

I will... Remember this conversation. What you say and feel matters to me. Very much. So if you want me to change how I fight if and when it becomes-

[A sigh at himself, not her. Never her]

That, at least, I can promise will not happen again. No more Wheeljacks.

[bigsisterterran]

[There is a long time where Twitch doesn't say anything, doesn't look at Megatron. It's almost to the point that it seems like she might be ignoring him until he goes away. Finally, she sighs.]

I don't want you not to fight. [They had been through enough situations where fighting was necessary. They had weapons built into their bodies! Defending yourself and the people you loved was important!] I just... want it to be nicer...[hm, that wasn't the right word.] Smarter.

[disastertron]

[A solemn nod] You aren't incorrect in that assumption. I forget myself, in that fight. In the future I will mind myself, be more careful of when and how I choose to act.

[Leaning in to offer his hand palm up in case she chose to sit there] Your thoughts are true ones. And I value your thoughts in your first steps as a leader, as young as you are. And not only because you are one I have devoted myself to. They are excellent. Pursue it, see where it goes. Remember yourself and your beginnings, and you will do great things.

[bigsisterterran]

[She looks at his hand and for a moment, it looks like she might ignore it. Ultimately, however, she does climb into his palm, sitting so her legs dangle over the edge.

Despite all her complicated emotions, with him, with the situation, she can't help but smile a little with the compliment. There was a bit of pride there.]

Great things... like you?

[It was probably the nicest thing she had said the whole conversation. She knew that Megatron wasn't always good. That they were still fighting, that not all the Decepticons agreed with his change of heart. But he had changed, he had made that choice and had proved time and time again that it was sticking, that it was real. Sometimes, it was hard to grasp her head around. She had only ever really known the reformed Megatron, it was hard to imagine him as anything else. But she did understand that it was hard. For him and everybody else.