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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]

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.