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[wolfinbotsarmor]

For a fellow who detonated a bomb in his chest several weeks ago in order to save one associate and avenge the death of another, Klank appears surprisingly whole. Seated in a large Nexus armchair, slouched back with his hands clutching the ends of the armrests like a sulking monarch on his throne, the Decepticon grumbles to himself as he watches

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[sole_captain]

The Minicon to the side studies the scene in silence for a few minutes before he steps forward and answers.

"Try to finish what I began in life. Death seldom comes announced: I'd be left with plenty of loose ends to see to... including my crew's well-being." Oceanglide doesn't have to think too hard about that. "I would have no time for my foes, unless destroying them was part of that."

[wolfinbotsarmor]

"I am concerned with how my remaining associate will react, should he see me in this condition, but after speaking to a number of Nexusites, I suppose my choice should be to at least check in on him from afar." Klank huffs through his vents a little, frowning at another thought. "Besides, paying attention to my rival now might give him even more of an ego. Looking back on my life and the time I spent trying to destroy him, I am starting to question whether the effort was worth it. He lived, I died. And as was stated by another here, everyone dies sooner or later. His time will come."

[sole_captain]

Oceanglide nods. The reasoning seems sound, though he's no authority. "Then I suppose it's a question of how easily you can check up on your friend without being noticed."