Something about that actually sinks in, through it all. He has been thinking about all of this in terms of irrevocable changes, and though he still doesn't know that they're not...he doesn't know that they are, either.
Though he still doesn't know how practical any of that would be. Orion Pax hadn't been what they needed, even if it had been what some of them wanted. The war isn't over. Unicron is still out there. There is still so much to do.
How could he ever focus on becoming more vulnerable? He made himself like this for a reason.
Optimus takes a while to muster a reply. For a significant pause he finds himself staring at the ground and the horizon.
"The question I keep asking myself," he says, eventually. "Is if I should. I feel...so many things in my spark that I no longer have a place for. It isn't over. So much is still at risk. I...I cannot allow myself to feel like this. I carry so much more than myself."
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Though he still doesn't know how practical any of that would be. Orion Pax hadn't been what they needed, even if it had been what some of them wanted. The war isn't over. Unicron is still out there. There is still so much to do.
How could he ever focus on becoming more vulnerable? He made himself like this for a reason.
Optimus takes a while to muster a reply. For a significant pause he finds himself staring at the ground and the horizon.
"The question I keep asking myself," he says, eventually. "Is if I should. I feel...so many things in my spark that I no longer have a place for. It isn't over. So much is still at risk. I...I cannot allow myself to feel like this. I carry so much more than myself."