[accidental video]

[pyromania_twin]

[This particular night, Jetfire finds himself sitting alone on a rooftop, curled into a little ball of worry, rocking back and forth a little. The look on his face betrays everything, though partially hidden behind his knees. Every so often, there is a soft whimper and a shudder from the jetling.]

[All at once, he ducks his face completely behind his arms, crossed over his knees, and lets out a sharp sound like a sob.]

[Just before the feed ends, the young one miserably utters one word: "Brother"]

[Someone is missing his twin dearly.]