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[playfultyrant]

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[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.