Nexus. A bench near a stone arch. A different take on things

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Threnody is unaware of the symphony of bird song occurring over her head and all around her. She's paying no mind to the local rodent population, though there's a squirrel sitting on her foot right at this moment. She has no attention to spare for the bright forms of the flowers that are scattered throughout the undergrowth and the grass of the little forest glade she's found. Most of her attention is focused on the tiny construction of paper and various colouring chemicals that she holds between her fingertips.

Cyclonus would be non-plussed, and Scourge would be quietly and uncomprehendingly supportive if they found her now, but she's used to those reactions when her friends find her with a book.

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"It's nothing, really." Scourge tries to stand up and falls again, finding his leg caught in a small hole in the ground. He winces, looking away from her and trying to stop panicking. "I'm not much of a Scourge anyway."

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If she weren't a Decepticon and Galvatron's creation she'd be crying now. Instead she just overlooks his words and asks softly, "Won't you let me help you?"

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Scourge tugs at his foot, wincing again as the rock grates against his ankle. He's properly stuck now. "What do you want out of me?" he asks quietly, tugging again.

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"Nothing," she says honestly, clenching her hands against the desire to help and then remembering how that could look and opening them again. "I want nothing that you're not comfortable giving. As I said, the Scourge I know is one I trust and look up to. I would not willingly harm another version of her."

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Scourge tugs harder again, then pauses to contemplate the hole. In theory he could blast it away, but that puts his foot in danger. "I'm not hi-her." He sighs resignedly, then tries to shift around and pull. "The mistake's happened before."

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"I know you aren't." She frowns at his stuck foot, her expression now faintly calling Galvatron to mind. "What I'm trying to say is that I won't hurt you. Primus, what's in there?"

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"S'just a cave mouth," Scourge mumbled. His advanced sensors can tell what's down there, fortunately for his nerves.

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She's probing it as well, her frown deepening as she focuses on the problem. "Turn your foot to the left."

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Scourge obediently shifts, metal grating against stone as he manages to get a few inches out again.

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"Good. Can you fly?"

See? She's not taking it for granted that you're like her Scourge.

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"Yeah, but if I do it here it'll probably tear my foot half-off." Unless that's what she wants...

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Threnody shakes her head. "How are you at hovering? If you can lift yourself at the right angle I think your foot might slip free."

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Again Scourge shakes his head. "Angle's wrong. I hover, it'll just put pressure on me again."