[video] [locked to idw Megatron]

[swordofpeace]

[Surely, Magnum's gotten over any of his...pique against Wing by now. And this really is in his best interest to help.]

Megatron.  A word, please. 

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[not_your_gun]

Is this about our match?

It has already been scheduled.

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[not_your_gun]

[He smirks.]

Of course I can. It's war that is new to me, Wing...but I am a fast learner.

And you are not un ruly. You follow a very specific set of rules, Knight--they just are in conflict with mine. Maybe there can't be 'peace' between us, but I haven't killed you yet.

[Not even once.]

[An optic ridge is raised.]

I do not believe you.

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[swordofpeace]

You must be, to have transitioned from the mines to bloodsport so quickly. [His tone is slightly arch but he is sincere. You would not have survived without a certain quick ability. Too bad it was an ability to kill.]

I am not certain you would recognize peace, Magnum. But I will endeavor to show you.

[His smile wavers.] I am. Why would you think otherwise?

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[not_your_gun]

....you can try.

[He hates having to admit that Wing is right...so he defaults to not precisely admitting it, at all.]

....because you've lost too much.

Perhaps at one time, merely living was enough to bring you a sort of contentment...but Wing.

I rarely see you smile.

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[swordofpeace]

I will do more than try.

[Wing knows he's right. Magnum's dodge is irrelevant.]

....[For a long moment Wing has no response, feeling something almost wrenching below his spark chamber.]

[He cycles a vent, regrouping.]

...because you seem to find it more amusing to harry me? [It's a thin joke; the only thing thinner is the smile he tries to go with it. See? You're wrong. Smiling.]

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[not_your_gun]

Then you can be one of the twelve.

[It would be an ironic number.]

Come, surely you have other friends than me?

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[swordofpeace]

Twelve? [Wing tilts his head, grasping after a topic of conversation other than...the other one. Other friends? Drift? Hardly.]

[He flicks his wings to regroup, and grins.]

Are you calling me a 'friend', now?

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[not_your_gun]

It was an arbitrary number: the amount of Cybertronians I'd allow to live in a worst-case universe.

[He watches those wings flick, and leaves his optics on them.]

I'm still too new at being a Decepticon to forswear friendships entirely.

A friend is merely someone that I'd prefer I not have to sacrifice to see my goals through to the end.

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[swordofpeace]

[A flicker of a smile.]

Why then...I'm honored.

But if you sacrifice everyone who believes in you to your goal...what will you have but emptiness?

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[not_your_gun]

I'll have the challenge of finding new friends.

[He laughs!]

Or did you expect remorse?

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[swordofpeace]

You do not strike me as a mech, even now, who makes friends easily.

[Considering you barely know what to do with Wing.]

I expect nothing. I merely hope you find it beneath you to lie to me.

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[not_your_gun]

Better than you.

[He baits his lance with poison, and blunts the end with honey.]

I do try not to lie to friends.

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[swordofpeace]

[Well, congratulations, Megatron. Is Wing's hurt silence what you wanted? He'll let the damage show for a moment.]

I have friends. [Just not here. Just mechs who all think he's dead.]

[Perhaps they're better off that way.]

Does it require effort, then, to tell the truth? [The question is reflex, automatic. Megatron may honey the end--the blow still hurts.]

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[not_your_gun]

Of course you do.

[He's not even trying not to smirk as he says it.]

No, Wing, it doesn't. Have I lied to you?

[And its sticky, too.]