[Soundwave, being the good listener than he is, is silent as Monika read the passages. Child's eyes, huh... There isn't really much of a childhood for Cybertronian, since it'll only take about two weeks after one is born to be considered an adult. He knows it's not the same for humans, though. Apparently, it takes years for them to . What an odd flaw, but he keeps that to himself. Hopefully this book will serve him to learn a thing or two.
An amused huff escapes him when she starts doing voices for the characters. So much for telling him she won't be doing any voices. But it's fine. Monika seems to be having fun doing those voices, and in turn, it makes his spark warm seeing her overjoyed in her reading, especially when she starts reading poem in her melodic tone of hers.
Her question gets him to tilts his head.]
I.... Do not.
[Discomfort suddenly shivers into his being. A part of him want to just keep it to himself, reluctant to share his past, but... there is an urge in him that Monika should at least know about himself. So, he starts.]
I do not retain my early memories. Not because I am forgetful...
[He always keeps records of things.]
You know I have powerful hearings. I was born with this... ability. Some sort of mutation in the coding? A gift from Primus, our God? I do not know, and still have not found an answer. But the moment I was forged, I can hear... All sorts of noises all around me with no way to block them all off. I had no help because I was... "weird". A freak. The government back then labelled me an "outcast" because of this superpower and I was forced to live on the street with no aid, leaving me to deal with the noises alone.
[His arm around her stomach clutches her closer, for comfort, but his tone remains even.]
All of my early memories are gone, destroyed by overload of information forced into me by my own uncontrolled hearings, before.... friends found me and taught me the art of focus.
[Then, he stays silent for a moment, tightening his embrace around her, just a smidge so she isn't feeling discomfort.]
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An amused huff escapes him when she starts doing voices for the characters. So much for telling him she won't be doing any voices. But it's fine. Monika seems to be having fun doing those voices, and in turn, it makes his spark warm seeing her overjoyed in her reading, especially when she starts reading poem in her melodic tone of hers.
Her question gets him to tilts his head.]
I.... Do not.
[Discomfort suddenly shivers into his being. A part of him want to just keep it to himself, reluctant to share his past, but... there is an urge in him that Monika should at least know about himself. So, he starts.]
I do not retain my early memories. Not because I am forgetful...
[He always keeps records of things.]
You know I have powerful hearings. I was born with this... ability. Some sort of mutation in the coding? A gift from Primus, our God? I do not know, and still have not found an answer. But the moment I was forged, I can hear... All sorts of noises all around me with no way to block them all off. I had no help because I was... "weird". A freak. The government back then labelled me an "outcast" because of this superpower and I was forced to live on the street with no aid, leaving me to deal with the noises alone.
[His arm around her stomach clutches her closer, for comfort, but his tone remains even.]
All of my early memories are gone, destroyed by overload of information forced into me by my own uncontrolled hearings, before.... friends found me and taught me the art of focus.
[Then, he stays silent for a moment, tightening his embrace around her, just a smidge so she isn't feeling discomfort.]
I apologize. You... Should continue reading.
[He didn't mean to bring the mood down.]