[Monika suddenly shutting the book has his optics resetting behind the visor. He doesn't really blame her for asking what is a reasonably innocuous question. However, he isn't the right mech to direct such a question to, as Monika learned. He can't say that there isn't at least a couple of happy, innocent time in his early life. Though that is still during the time where he's living off on the street with his friends. Just them huddled up together for warmth under a broken shelter.
That was ages ago. A life he's thankfully escaped, but unforgettable memory.
The air grow somber and awkward. Guilt to start to seep within him, regrets that the admittance has ruined the lighthearted mood they were going for. Then there's a taste of red hot fury in the air, and the source of it coming from none other than Monika herself. Her words are laced with fury
His visor stares down at Monika's teary face, the righteous fury in her eyes that could kill a person if they dared look her way.]
Monika...
[His hand reaches to her face once again. Careful to not hit an eye, as he tries to catch her tear with his large digit, just the slightest of brush on her skin.]
I fear you may be too late for that, as those who were responsible for my home's horrid system are long dead. [Maybe there were some random citizens in there that jeered at him before that is still alive to this day, but who really cares about them.] But I appreciate the sentiment, all the same.
[He won't chastise her for wanting to hurt - or kill -those who had wronged him in the past. After all, that same exact fury that's swelling inside Monika is the same exact fury that swelled in him when he saw how other lesser Cybertronians are treated by those higher up.
Soundwave falls to silence. It would be great if Monika could meet his friends. But alas.... they aren't as fortunate as him to be alive. Or, perhaps... Maybe one day that the hotels deemed it worthy to bring them here alive, just as they did with him, albeit a temporary stay.
Not wanting to upset the mood further, he simply gives Monika a small nod.]
I owe them, because they saved my life. And... I owe you, too. For keeping me company and be... weird with me.
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That was ages ago. A life he's thankfully escaped, but unforgettable memory.
The air grow somber and awkward. Guilt to start to seep within him, regrets that the admittance has ruined the lighthearted mood they were going for. Then there's a taste of red hot fury in the air, and the source of it coming from none other than Monika herself. Her words are laced with fury
His visor stares down at Monika's teary face, the righteous fury in her eyes that could kill a person if they dared look her way.]
Monika...
[His hand reaches to her face once again. Careful to not hit an eye, as he tries to catch her tear with his large digit, just the slightest of brush on her skin.]
I fear you may be too late for that, as those who were responsible for my home's horrid system are long dead. [Maybe there were some random citizens in there that jeered at him before that is still alive to this day, but who really cares about them.] But I appreciate the sentiment, all the same.
[He won't chastise her for wanting to hurt - or kill -those who had wronged him in the past. After all, that same exact fury that's swelling inside Monika is the same exact fury that swelled in him when he saw how other lesser Cybertronians are treated by those higher up.
Soundwave falls to silence. It would be great if Monika could meet his friends. But alas.... they aren't as fortunate as him to be alive. Or, perhaps... Maybe one day that the hotels deemed it worthy to bring them here alive, just as they did with him, albeit a temporary stay.
Not wanting to upset the mood further, he simply gives Monika a small nod.]
I owe them, because they saved my life. And... I owe you, too. For keeping me company and be... weird with me.