Optimus looked back at Megatron, his optics dimming and then brightening again. After the briefest pause, he slid back his face mask and stepped right back into Megatron's space to snarl wordlessly.
'What would be the point of continuing to debate this with you?' he almost bit out, but instead he whirled to bring up a fist and slam it into the hanger bay wall. It wasn't even anger anymore that had him do it, or at least not mostly. Megatron was right, and he hated it.
"What do you expect me to say to you?" He demanded, withdrawing his fist without looking back at him and lowering it back to his side. "I would've thought you would be pleased to hear that the battle is done, your enemy driven back. You are incapable of letting anything go, yourself."
"...Fine. I have my memories returned, and they are still dead. I would have wanted the battle to go differently in many ways. Does this please you? Or shall I lie facedown on the deck and beat it into the floor for you?"
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Date: 2024-01-13 09:24 pm (UTC)'What would be the point of continuing to debate this with you?' he almost bit out, but instead he whirled to bring up a fist and slam it into the hanger bay wall. It wasn't even anger anymore that had him do it, or at least not mostly. Megatron was right, and he hated it.
"What do you expect me to say to you?" He demanded, withdrawing his fist without looking back at him and lowering it back to his side. "I would've thought you would be pleased to hear that the battle is done, your enemy driven back. You are incapable of letting anything go, yourself."
"...Fine. I have my memories returned, and they are still dead. I would have wanted the battle to go differently in many ways. Does this please you? Or shall I lie facedown on the deck and beat it into the floor for you?"