Again with the Silent Hill Kick...
Perceptor: I am perfectly aware of what happened, Ratchet. I am also perfectly aware of the implications of my forgiveness.
Ratchet: I don’t think you are! We violated you in ways that no one should. We destroyed your sense of safety. We betrayed your trust!
Perceptor: To save my life, Ratchet! You were faced with two evils and you simply chose the lesser one!
Ratchet: What is wrong with you?! Two dear friends rape you and you forgive them as soon as they explain why?!
Perceptor: Yes!
Wheeljack: No! That's not right!
38. Wheeljack: Do you think there's something a little screwed up with having our kids here?
Ratchet: Yep.
Wheeljack: And having them not know who we are?
Perceptor: *nods*
Wheeljack: And us actively trying to keep them from finding out?
Ratchet: Yeah.
Wheeljack: Then why don't we tell Sideswipe and Sunstreaker that we're their creators?
Perceptor: Because they built lives of their own without us. We don't have the right to tear that down. *hugs self* *optics glaze*
Ratchet: *sighs* It burns me to say it, but we were the ones who sent them away to be safe. Our fault that we couldn't keep them. I'm not about to fuck with their lives more and just drop in and say 'Hey! Turns out your parents aren't dead after all!'
Sideswipe and Sunstreaker: *outside the door, eavesdropping* *exchange looks with pale optics* *slowly slink away silently*
39. Perceptor: You know what? Fuck this.
Wheeljack: ...???
Perceptor: *throws up hands* *paintjob suddenly becomes black, microscope barrel disappears, black wings sprout from rapidly softer metal back* I'm through.
Brawn: What in the world...?
Perceptor: I am sick of manipulating mortals. You want to fight? Fine. Stop bothering me. Of all the fucking burdens a demon could bear, I had to get the 'replace a person and screw with their loved ones' heads' thing. What loved ones? This guy didn't have loved ones, no matter what they say! How the hell can I screw with their heads when they don't even notice it when he's dead? I've been on this fucking job for eight fucking years... *swears viciously and disappears*
Wheeljack: *optics go wide but voice stays soft and small* ...Percy...?
40. Perceptor: Rape, I can deal with. I have dealt with it before. Pain, I can deal with. I have dealt with it before. Drugs, I can deal with. I have dealt with them before. But do not force me to live without my optics.
Ratchet: I don’t think you are! We violated you in ways that no one should. We destroyed your sense of safety. We betrayed your trust!
Perceptor: To save my life, Ratchet! You were faced with two evils and you simply chose the lesser one!
Ratchet: What is wrong with you?! Two dear friends rape you and you forgive them as soon as they explain why?!
Perceptor: Yes!
Wheeljack: No! That's not right!
38. Wheeljack: Do you think there's something a little screwed up with having our kids here?
Ratchet: Yep.
Wheeljack: And having them not know who we are?
Perceptor: *nods*
Wheeljack: And us actively trying to keep them from finding out?
Ratchet: Yeah.
Wheeljack: Then why don't we tell Sideswipe and Sunstreaker that we're their creators?
Perceptor: Because they built lives of their own without us. We don't have the right to tear that down. *hugs self* *optics glaze*
Ratchet: *sighs* It burns me to say it, but we were the ones who sent them away to be safe. Our fault that we couldn't keep them. I'm not about to fuck with their lives more and just drop in and say 'Hey! Turns out your parents aren't dead after all!'
Sideswipe and Sunstreaker: *outside the door, eavesdropping* *exchange looks with pale optics* *slowly slink away silently*
39. Perceptor: You know what? Fuck this.
Wheeljack: ...???
Perceptor: *throws up hands* *paintjob suddenly becomes black, microscope barrel disappears, black wings sprout from rapidly softer metal back* I'm through.
Brawn: What in the world...?
Perceptor: I am sick of manipulating mortals. You want to fight? Fine. Stop bothering me. Of all the fucking burdens a demon could bear, I had to get the 'replace a person and screw with their loved ones' heads' thing. What loved ones? This guy didn't have loved ones, no matter what they say! How the hell can I screw with their heads when they don't even notice it when he's dead? I've been on this fucking job for eight fucking years... *swears viciously and disappears*
Wheeljack: *optics go wide but voice stays soft and small* ...Percy...?
40. Perceptor: Rape, I can deal with. I have dealt with it before. Pain, I can deal with. I have dealt with it before. Drugs, I can deal with. I have dealt with them before. But do not force me to live without my optics.