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 takes Scourge a moment to collect himself enough to even speak about the horrible event.

"Murdered."

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The purple and grey femme's fists clench as anger bubbles and seethes beneath her calm exterior. She doesn't ask if the murderer paid; she has too much faith in Cyclonus and Scourge to have to ask that. Then she winces inwardly as she notices how Scourge is standing.

"I won't ask any more."

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It's a good thing she didn't--Scourge would have to answer that neither he nor Cyclonus had the power to give their leader the vengeance he deserved.

"It was a few years ago," he says, head bowed. "Cyclonus leads now."

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"As he does in my reality." She manages to keep the anger from her voice, too. "He's a strong leader, though no Galvatron."

That last is an echo of something her Commanding Officer says daily. Astrotrain has taken to rolling his optics when he does.

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"No. But he does honor to Galvatron's memory, and Galvatron--the other one, I mean--I think he's proud of him." Scourge smiles ever so slightly.

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-Of course,- she thinks to his first words, then smiles herself and says with quiet satisfaction, "Good."

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The slight smile fades again as Scourge lifts his head, still trying to get his bearings. "Meeting him is...an amazing experience."

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Because of the way she was created Threnody came hardwired with a need for contact with her creators; the beings who held the sparks from which her own was coded.

Scourge's words bring a wistfulness to her spark that she doesn't entirely manage to banish from her optics. "Yes?"

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"Yes." He spoke almost in worshipful tones, as he was talking about a lover or a god.