He can't even start counting the ways that this could go wrong. Who is to say that something as powerful as the Matrix could even be changed by the Forge? What could result from an artifact that powerful being disrupted? For all they know, the reaction could destroy all of them and even the entire local population. And if it did work...what would that mean, to have such an important feature of their culture be destroyed? What would happen to Optimus Prime, and the memories that were locked away inside of it?
Orion can feel it coming, even before the music slowly starts to form in the background. It starts as a soft, formless chant and slowly starts to grow into something bolder - ancient Cybertronian words that he can't understand. Part of him wants to just break down, to give up completely.
But instead of collapsing inward, his overwhelming emotions are forced out as words unbidden.
"Once I called you brother," he sings, his voice still frail. "Once I thought the chance to sooth your wrath was all I ever wanted."
He grips the Forge more firmly in his hands, staring at the helplessly.
“Even now I wish that they had chose another – serving as your foe on their behalf, was the last thing that I wanted...” He takes a step towards him, his expression mournful but with an anger beneath it that is becoming more prominent as his voice grows bolder.
“It was our home! These years of war and devastation, how they torture me inside...” He glares up at Megatron, the next words spat in frustration: “All the innocents who suffer from your stubbornness and pride!”
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Orion can feel it coming, even before the music slowly starts to form in the background. It starts as a soft, formless chant and slowly starts to grow into something bolder - ancient Cybertronian words that he can't understand. Part of him wants to just break down, to give up completely.
But instead of collapsing inward, his overwhelming emotions are forced out as words unbidden.
"Once I called you brother," he sings, his voice still frail. "Once I thought the chance to sooth your wrath was all I ever wanted."
He grips the Forge more firmly in his hands, staring at the helplessly.
“Even now I wish that they had chose another – serving as your foe on their behalf, was the last thing that I wanted...” He takes a step towards him, his expression mournful but with an anger beneath it that is becoming more prominent as his voice grows bolder.
“It was our home! These years of war and devastation, how they torture me inside...” He glares up at Megatron, the next words spat in frustration: “All the innocents who suffer from your stubbornness and pride!”