"Looks like I'm up." Daimon radiates reassurance as he carefully reaches for the bird's mind. **Easy. Take it easy, Skywarp. It's time to remember a little. I'll help.**

There have to be positive and friendly associations with these Insecticons somewhere in Skywarp's head, to go along with his emotions toward his son. Daimon very carefully searches for these and starts playing connect-the-dots between them and the beings the falcon is seeing now. Sweat starts beading on his forehead from the effort of being as gentle and subtle about this as possible.