Blitzwing is in the Nexus by himself for once. Those who have seen him here previously know that he typically appears in the company of one Junker Ratchet, Jaraxis sometimes in tow
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"It shouldn't be a matter of admitting you need help or not. You do what you're supposed to do, and if you can't, then you're either a failure or not properly using your resources."
"That's what I used to believe, but..." He trails off, not wanting to go into how things typically worked under Decepticon Command. Silent a moment, Blitzwing considers something before speaking again, head tilting just a bit to one side. "I suppose 'resources' would also include others, wouldn't it? Use of allies or even enemies, if it's possible? It would all depend on intent then - whether it's humble acceptance or an intent to use others like you'd use a weapon."
"All that matters is that you do your duty," Viral says, then pauses for a moment, thinking. "...Or what you need to do. You don't need to classify anything"
"I have no duty to anyone or anything, not anymore. And the only thing I absolutely need to do is survive." Blitzwing never was one to classify much, aside from two sets of basic categories... What was Autobot and what was Decepticon, and what should be destroyed and what should be left in tact. "The only problem with not classifying with how my life has turned out is that I least have to decide what is or is not a 'need'. Things I used to deem unnecessary suddenly seem to have some sort of worth."
He smirks. "You existence seems as straightforward as they come if you actually live that way. How lucky for you."
"If it is truly necessary that you survive, although I must say that's rarely true, than that's your duty."
Viral's eyes briefly flash in pain, and then turn hard at the smirk and the following statement. "It's knowing what your duty is that's the complicated part. There is nothing straightforward in that"
"I have spent the last several months trying not to get caught and killed, or what's less appealing, served up on silver platter to my former leader who will find ways to do worse than destroy me. And my duty beyond survival, beyond what's personal, is undefined; I have no commanding officer over me. I have allowed a select few allies to...suggest proper courses of action and have followed, but I don't feel I have any real obligation to listen if it doesn't suit me," the mech explains with something of a sneer.
Blitzwing's optics narrow behind his visor. "Galvatron's course of action would have doomed us all. He let himself fall prey to a Quintesson scheme that would have let them rule our home world and turns us all to scrap. Then, I thought of the same thing I do now - survival. Before Galvatron, Megatron led us and while he wanted to conquer Cybertron, at least he wanted the planet to stay under Cybertronian control. ...like slag I'd let a bunch of tentacled, five-faced freaks like the Quintessons take our planet. Sadly, Galvatron failed to see through their lies and so I took the burden...and the resulting punishment."
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He smirks. "You existence seems as straightforward as they come if you actually live that way. How lucky for you."
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Viral's eyes briefly flash in pain, and then turn hard at the smirk and the following statement. "It's knowing what your duty is that's the complicated part. There is nothing straightforward in that"
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"Oh? Well, obviously you did something wrong, at least in your leader's eyes. Are you sure you don't deserve to be punished?"
It's an honest question, although his tone may be a bit less than polite.
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"And now are do you still want to succeed in your original goal, or are you simply trying to continue living in one that has changed completely?"
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