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[if you look upon the The Fussin' Overlook™ this lovely afternoon, you will notice a giant robot standing with his hands idly on his hips with a serene expression on his face, quietly enjoying the sunset]

[it's also raining like fuck, but he doesn't seem to care.]

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Is that why you joined the Autobots?

[suddenly self conscious of his shoulders, so he crosses his arms]

Yes. I believe in what they want. I believe that they want the world I want.

[smiles]

Good.

... [tilting his head and relaxing his arms]

I know what you told me. But I also know that some of the bots I've met--they're different. They don't fight for themselves; it's not about what they want. That's what gives me hope.

I'm not complaining.

I know. I just thought you'd like to hear about it.

I'd love to.

[looking Wing up and down and stepping closer]

[waits patiently]

[... wordlessly slipping his arms around Wing for a hug, cautiously like he's still afraid that Wing will disappear at the slightest touch]

[putting a hand on his back]

It's okay.

[yeah he's clinging]

I'm sorry.

You have nothing to be sorry for.

There's a lot I have to be sorry for.

Not from where I'm standing.

[letting go and stepping away, turning his back to Wing]

Drift... if you have something to be feel sorry about, then the least you can do is tell me.

[... short laugh]

Wing, you already know it. I was a Decepticon. A fool. What else is there to tell?

You've made mistakes. None of us have led spotless lives, me included. You thought you were fighting a war where no one would be abandoned. You didn't know there was another way. How could you? You've never seen it for yourself until now.

But you're not a Decepticon anymore. You've moved on from that. Does that still make you a fool?

[turning his head around and locks optics with Wing]

Yes. Enough of one that I lost you.

I chose to fight. You didn't make me. No one did, not even Dai Atlas. I'm proud of my actions.

[... this? This is a sulky, pouty face. Way to revert, Drift.]

And I don't think I gave you permission to take my death as your responsibility.

[. . . looking like he knows just how stupid he sounds, but he opens his mouth anyway]

Since when do I need your permission?

You do if it concerns me.