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 | | Arcee glances at Rodimus Prime behind the forcefield, holding her hand out within inches of it, "I miss him...." Rodimus clenches his jaw tightly, the gears grinding in protest under his flexmetal "skin." "I know..." he grates in a miserable, bare whisper. |
 | | Arcee looks back to Rodimus, "I'm sorry." She sighs, "There is a part of me, that hated you from the moment you arrived, even though, in a way, you took yourself from me. Then, I realized that you are Rodimus, older, been through a lot more, yet still him, but not 'mine'. |
 | | Arcee chuckles slightl, loosening up and glancing at her armor, "Uhm, I don't really know who's bright idea this was, I was this way when I came out of repair bay and haven't had time to get repainted...." Whiz says, "Ah. |
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