"That's your prerogative," Arcee says, her voice quiet and heavy. "If that's what you need to do...you do whatever you have to, Orion."
She really doesn't know how this is all going to play out. She doesn't know how he's going to talk to Megatron and how that's not going to end poorly for all of them. She doesn't know how many Decepticons are on this planet, but the Autobots are a wreck without a medic, and they won't be able to withstand much of an assault if it comes down to it. And when it comes to Megatron, there's no doubt in her mind that there'd be an assault.
Arcee can't think about that now, though. Not yet. She can't worry about it, not when they're still picking themselves up after that fight, not when she's still reeling from this revelation. She just gathers up the infusion pump and stows it in the first aid kit, wincing slightly as she crouches and rises again. She'd gotten off easy in that fight, but the dented plating on her abdomen doesn't make for the easiest of movement.
"I meant what I said before. If you really want to leave, once you're well enough to do so...I won't stop you. I'm not going to lock you in here, either." She's not sure the others will agree with that decision, but she has no intention of making Orion their prisoner. That's not what they came here for. "If you need anything, I won't be going far."
She hesitates, gathering up the first aid kit and the empty energon cubes in her arms, leaving a few full ones behind for him. Her optics settle back on his face. Strange, she thinks, how he can look so much like someone she's known and trusted for thousands of years, someone who's always had her unwavering loyalty. Strange how so much has changed when she wasn't looking, how there's no light of recognition in his optics now.
"My name is Arcee," she says, and her voice catches in her vocalizer before she resets it. Somehow, telling him her name is so much harder than the rest of this. "If you need anything, just...ask for me."
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She really doesn't know how this is all going to play out. She doesn't know how he's going to talk to Megatron and how that's not going to end poorly for all of them. She doesn't know how many Decepticons are on this planet, but the Autobots are a wreck without a medic, and they won't be able to withstand much of an assault if it comes down to it. And when it comes to Megatron, there's no doubt in her mind that there'd be an assault.
Arcee can't think about that now, though. Not yet. She can't worry about it, not when they're still picking themselves up after that fight, not when she's still reeling from this revelation. She just gathers up the infusion pump and stows it in the first aid kit, wincing slightly as she crouches and rises again. She'd gotten off easy in that fight, but the dented plating on her abdomen doesn't make for the easiest of movement.
"I meant what I said before. If you really want to leave, once you're well enough to do so...I won't stop you. I'm not going to lock you in here, either." She's not sure the others will agree with that decision, but she has no intention of making Orion their prisoner. That's not what they came here for. "If you need anything, I won't be going far."
She hesitates, gathering up the first aid kit and the empty energon cubes in her arms, leaving a few full ones behind for him. Her optics settle back on his face. Strange, she thinks, how he can look so much like someone she's known and trusted for thousands of years, someone who's always had her unwavering loyalty. Strange how so much has changed when she wasn't looking, how there's no light of recognition in his optics now.
"My name is Arcee," she says, and her voice catches in her vocalizer before she resets it. Somehow, telling him her name is so much harder than the rest of this. "If you need anything, just...ask for me."