Nexus. By the sign. Helping hand.

[random_xtras]

((continued from here))

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 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.

[random_xtras]

"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...*