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[matrixofleadership]

[ Optimus moves through the halls to the one place people would look for him. At least, they won't look there first.

He slips into the Throne room and hides behind the throne itself. He opens his chest and it's as barren as it has been since the day he arrived.

As time passes of course the Throne's king will return for it. And Optimus simply says. ]

I didn't know where else to hide.

[playfultyrant]

You think you can barge in here while I'm away and expect me to accept that answer. Optimus, you've avoided me the entirety of our stay here. What makes you think I'll let you remain. [ He snears as he reaches the back of his throne watching the young Prime cower.

It's pathetic. Where is the bravado? Where is his adversary? He was supposed to be the one to break Prime to his knees and make him the mess he sees here. ]

[matrixofleadership]

Because you had killed me, you won...

[playfultyrant]

Speak clearly, Optimus. I won? Fine, Prime. What is your game here?

[matrixofleadership]

There is no game. I just wish to hide...

[ he looks to the flooring, sitting like a soul who is crumbled. ]

My last encounter before this place is you firing for the Earth and I got in its way... There is no game, there is no trickery. I am defeated, alone. My only soldier here doesn't even want to be near me.

I betrayed Riptide, I fell for Skybound's games once more... I just want to sleep. I want to sleep.

[playfultyrant]

[ Antlers stares at the other and puts his foot upon his shoulder pushing him over. ]

Spare me your self-pity. Stay if you want. [ He can use this perhaps. In some way. ]

But do not expect comfort from me, Optimus. Stay on that floor. It's a good look.