He feels a surge of anxiety - he's not angry about anything she's saying, but a certain fire rises up in him all the same. He doesn't agree with her. He can't.
"But it is not about me!" he says more urgently. "It is about so much more than just me, than about Orion Pax. What makes a bot are their memories - and without them, the Optimus Prime you knew is dead. I have no right to end another bot's life for the sake of my own, nor do I have any inclination to do so. How can you claim that it is all the same when it simply is not?"
His mirrors tilt upwards as he finds himself gazing towards the evening sky.
"Our people have been scattered to the stars, and from the beginning, if everything you say is true, they have placed their hopes and faith in their Prime. I would only be one small part in something so much greater."
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"But it is not about me!" he says more urgently. "It is about so much more than just me, than about Orion Pax. What makes a bot are their memories - and without them, the Optimus Prime you knew is dead. I have no right to end another bot's life for the sake of my own, nor do I have any inclination to do so. How can you claim that it is all the same when it simply is not?"
His mirrors tilt upwards as he finds himself gazing towards the evening sky.
"Our people have been scattered to the stars, and from the beginning, if everything you say is true, they have placed their hopes and faith in their Prime. I would only be one small part in something so much greater."