ROTB Optimus Prime's Inbox

[incandescent_matrix]

"Let us not waste time better spent elsewhere. Leave your message and we will return to it."

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[maximalize]

Huffing slightly, Primal crosses the bridge and takes one of his hands, EM field radiating out calm and acceptance to try and help Optimus.

"We had time. More than we had back home, and we were both aware it could be ceased at any moment."

He gives a squeeze, then lets his hand drop.

"If you like, when there is time, I can show you how Maximals are honoured. How those of an avian nature are remembered." His optics spin a few times as they focus back in on Optimus. "Perhaps it would help you process. Or we could play Guess Who again. Whatever might ease this pain."

Primal is accustomed to loss. He can manage, no matter how much it hurts. Its what Airazor would want, and respecting that even if she returns after another week is all that matters to him.

[incandescent_matrix]

Optimus looked down at their hands and watched the patterns burst and spread and shift with every slight movement, and then again when Primal let them fall. His optics whirled. "...I would," he said slowly. "It would be good to learn more of your culture even if she had not-"

The faint whispering he kept hearing after returning through the space bridge started up as the thought crossed his mind, and he grimaced behind his mask. He gave a shake of his head.

"She ought to keep flying."

[maximalize]

Primal says something in Maximal, though slowly so Optimus can understand each individual word.

"Your wings beat freely," He says after, the translation. "I am sorry to have to give you this news so soon after your own harrowing experience. I did not believe it should have been left."