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.
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."
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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."
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"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."