Nexus. By the sign. Helping hand.

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The yellow one's face remains blank, though her optics track events that are long past and gone and her emotions suddenly jangle with pain and horror.

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[primus_seeress]

*Auspex hisses softly at the abrupt flood of emotion, and more earnestly attempts to cradle the other's head* Please, return to the here and now...

*name, name, she needs a name. If Ironhide and Optimus are/were her superiors, perhaps their identities run in parallel to what she knows of her own universe. Yellow, black... but female? Then again, considering whom she has met, and heard about, recently (Optimus Prima, and a female Starscream, among others), perhaps it's not so far-fetched. She makes an educated guess, with prompting from Primus*

Bumblebee?

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The scout starts, her optics snapping wide as they focus and her feelings filling with bewildered surprise. How does this one know her name?

[primus_seeress]

Are you Bumblebee? Please... you are not... wherever you were, anymore. This is the Nexus. Are you all right? *more helm pats*

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She rolls onto her back with a weary beep. "I'm Bumblebee."

She doesn't answer the second question. She doesn't know how. Her feelings are now a dull throb of old pain and a bit of despair mixed in with the dizziness of an overcharge.

[primus_seeress]

*Auspex nods, with a bit of relief* I am Auspex, a servant of Primus.

*she peers down at Bumblebee, wincing at what she senses* Do you... often dream awake?

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One hand goes to her mouth, an unconscious habit that she picked up from a human boy long dead. Her voice is flat and dead. "I can't get away from the memories."

[primus_seeress]

*She nods sadly, solemnly* You are haunted by what you've seen.

*She speaks in a soothing tone* What all has happened, in your universe? Can you talk about it?

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Once more the yellow femme's wide optics go distant, as she tries to distance herself from the ghosts in her processor. "We lost."

There is grim finality in the words, and her despair and guilt spike.

[primus_seeress]

*Auspex sighs softly. Knowing how Decepticons tend to behave, when they win... well, she can see why she's traumatized*

How many of you are left?

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"Me." The shutters close over her optics. "Just me. Ironhide was with me till a few days ago... but there was a raid...." Her voice hitches and cuts out as the grief wells up. "I got hurt... and he never came back. And now I don't even have the Matrix anymore...."

A slow trickle of oil trails down one cheek from an optic as she whispers, "Failure. I'm no hero. I've failed everything... failed everyone."

[primus_seeress]

*Auspex shakes her head, taking the other fem's hands* You are not a failure. You cannot take an entire war's outcome on your shoulders alone. Individual decisions were made, by individual people.

Please, tell me. Tell me why you feel that way.

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"I was supposed to keep Megatron from going after the Allspark." Her voice crackles and cuts out again. "I only delayed him enough for it to go through the wormhole, and then he got away from me. And then... I was supposed to protect Sam. Was supposed to stay hidden, but was captured...." Her optics fly open and she jerks to a sitting position. "No... no, Ironhide, let me go! We have to help him! Let me go...!"

Horror and grief, despair and guilt flare up painfully bright, and then disperse as she offlines and falls over sideways.

[primus_seeress]

*Auspex listens carefully, only understanding a little of what and who she is referring to, but the anguish and pain is quite evident. She pats Bumblebee's hand, as she is again lost in a flurry of memories*

*She winces at the degree of suffering that assaults her, as the fem's rememberances and emotions reach their train-wreck conclusion... and she emits a startled squeak, as Bumblebee again falls unconscious*

*Oh dear. It seems the trick will be to keep her online long enough to heal...*

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Even being offline brings short peace. Bumblebee's emotions soon spike up into confusion and sadness as she seeks her dead comrades through a dream of war.

[primus_seeress]

*Auspex shakes her head worriedly, as her emotions chase her even in dreams. This is one very haunted individual*

*She takes her hand again, calling Primus' presence to herself, and through to Bumblebee*

*Child, be at peace.. These things have passed...*

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"You!" She snaps awake, bristling like an abused dog who's been unexpectedly petted.

[primus_seeress]

*Auspex's optics flash in startlement. Well, she's awake again, that's good...* Primus?

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"You're too late." Bumblebee's optics are unfocused as she tries to pull herself up, aching with angry question and despair. "Go away."

[primus_seeress]

Why? *she attempts to catch Bumblebee's gaze, frowning in concern and concentration* You still have life before you. You do not have to live like a dead mech. Not all your kind are dead, either.

*She's begun linking her to Sellout, whom she spoke to in the Nexus not long before this... if this is one of the two he spoke of... something strange is happening. Why does she think Ironhide is dead?*

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"If you loved them... why'd you let them all die?" She manages to gain her feet, but then staggers backward and falls onto the couch. "Why?"

A headshake as she curls up, awash with grief and guilt. "Go away."

[primus_seeress]

*Auspex worriedly accompanies her back to the couch, shaking her head slightly, speaking softly* Death is not the end of all things. They are elsewhere, now... but they have not ceased to exist.

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"Go away." She covers her head with her arms, weeping soundlessly. "Just go away."

[primus_seeress]

*Auspex sighs, reaching out to pat the fem's arm softly. She pauses, conferring with Primus about what to do now, and is told.... to wait?*

*Do nothing? But... how can she leave her, in this state? Why?*

*It hurts, despite the comfort, that she is doing what has been asked of her. She feels like weeping, herself. She must be reminded... later. She can do something later. Now, other events need to happen, first. Patience, wait.*

I'm sorry. Don't despair... Primus is not yet finished with your story.

*And, holding fast to that promise... the priestess flees, deep in prayer, to help ward away the pain*

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And Bumblebee weeps a little longer before falling into a doze from which Dropjaunt's arrival and Uzulee's return wakes her.