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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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[bigsisterterran]

The Training Hall?

[It's as good a place as any, at least if anything gets blown up, it's sort of meant to...]

[shybombardier]

Okay, I'll see you there in an hr?
No weapons, I promise

[bigsisterterran]

And so they met. Twitch was the first one there. With a very notable lack of Optimus in tow. She had messaged him, she had the text to prove it, so long as you didn't look to close at the time stamp, or how vague it was.

She couldn't help but pace, doing all she could not to just hover and flit around the room like an anxious bird.

Anemone would be here. She promised. Well, maybe not promised, but she said she would be. Twitch had to still trust her for that at least.

[shybombardier]

Anemone shows up not long after, having waffled in her own room for a while about what she's going to say. In the end, she's still not sure. What was the social script for accidentally blowing up a friend after a confrontation? Were they even friends anymore? Could they still be friends?

Did they even want to stay friends? Anemone hasn't budged from her views on Megatron, and she doubts that Twitch, who was equally stubborn, hasn't budged on hers.

You're here.

[Anemone says brilliantly, glancing around but not commenting on the lack of Optimus Prime present. That was Twitch's choice in the end. Anemone fiddles with her fingers as she drifts closer, noting the remaining evidence of damage done to Twitch's frame because of her. She stops a good ten feet away, as though afraid to come any closer.]

I'm... uh. After...

[She stammers, trying to find the right words.]

[bigsisterterran]

[Twitch finds it hard to look at her friend at first. Was friend even still the right word? She had no clue where they stood. She wasn't sure where she wanted them to stand.

She only looks up when Anemone speaks.]

Yeah... [Twitch finally speaks when Anemone stumbles over her words. She fingers at a visible scar on her shoulder, but it doesn't seem to be a conscious movement.]

That was... [She was having an equally hard time finding her words. She had so many things to say but can't seem to get them out now that she and Anemone are face to face.]

I thought we were friends. Why did you do it?

[The question had been weighing on her since the explosion. It was as good a place to start as any.]

[shybombardier]

I... It was an accident.

[Anemone says, finally. She's unsure if this is completely true or not. After all, a grenade needed to be activated before it went off, though her grenades are homemade and are occasionally prone to small defects. Rarely, of course, but it does happen.]

I was so angry that I got careless but... but I'd never hurt you on purpose.

[She clasps her hands to her chest as she says this, trying to be as sincere as possible.]

Even hurting you by accident was unforgivable.

[bigsisterterran]

[Twitch stares at the floor a moment, as if she could find the answers there for all the questions she had and all the complicated emotions she was feeling, even after all that time she had to think.]

I... believe you... [She wanted it to be true, but it sounded incredibly forced, even to her own audials.]

[She puts her head in her hands then lets out a sigh. It's heavy and weary and makes her sound so much older.]

What do I do, Annie? I... we're... friends. I want to still be friends. [It wasn't going to be easy, but if Twitch had found herself certain about anything, it was this.] But Megatron is my family. You have to accept that or I don't know if this is going to work.

[shybombardier]

[Anemone tries to speak at first, but her words die away immediately. Could she handle that? She grapples with herself for an achingly long moment, the silence between them becoming deeper and more painful as she thought about it, thought about Megatron. About Twitch. What was more important to her? What has she built herself around?

She remembered what Chief Main told her once, and her gaze falls to the floor, before raising again.]

Then I guess it's not going to.

[She says simply, her voice steady and hard.]

If you're going to insist that that monster is worthy of love.

[bigsisterterran]

[This was not the answer Twitch was expecting and she visibly staggers. Her face drops and her eyes dim. She stares at Anemone for a long while, looking nothing short of devastated, trying to decide if she has anything to say back or if she just wants to run away.]

[Her hands curl into fists. Oh, she definitely has something to say.]

And what does that make you?

[Her voice shakes a little, cracks.]

Someone who only sees what they want, who won't give anyone a second chance? How can you be so cruel as to let your hatred make you like this? You're going to lose everyone Anemone and I-- I hope you do!

[That last one was unquestioningly too far but she couldn't stop it any more than she could stop the stars drifting through space.]

[She couldn't be here any more. With a broken sound like a sob, she turned and darted from the room.]