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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Please, just leave me alone. I didn't want to get mixed up in this, should have just fled when I had the chance.

He didn't mean to whine. He was just terrified out of his CPU.

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-Did my 'brother's' dying affect you so badly?- She 'pokes' at him, feeling bemused. -I can't even hurt you, and you're nearly shorting out with fear of me.-

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You yelled. I got scared. He shrinks back from the poke. And you won't let me go.

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-I need you,- she says impatiently as she fiddles with the calibrator and PINpoint. Then she causes his body to frown as she realizes that she needs to get a reading of her own self, and not Scourge's shell. But if she lets go of Scourge while he's this frightened he'll bolt.

This is Galvatron grumbling to herself and offering comforting feelings. Praise for what he's already done, and reminders of Cyclonus. A reminder that soon she'll be gone and he won't have to worry about her any more.

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The shaking eases, but only fractionally. He's done so little, he's barely useful as a slagworker, and Cyclonus is ashamed of him some days.

Just...he'll get through this and then he'll run.