the light is beautiful
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He's been quiet, ever since coming back. Ever since Hypatia deemed fit to release him, Barricade and the others found him, slowly urging him back to himself. It took some time, but the light did return to his optics, true coherency was restored...
...and he was immediately crushed with guilt and shame.
As much support as he's been given, it's still not enough. He doesn't know if it'll ever be enough, or if he wants it to be. He doesn't deserve forgiveness or absolution. Nor understanding. They, in turn, can't seem to understand that what they saw was not so much him under control but the real him...the truth that Unicron remade him as.
Nemesis - Convoy, though he's been responding to either name now, and accepting of whatever others refer to him as - remains secluded. It's only as of late that he's been venturing on his own, but never without someone nearby if he needs them (or if he succumbs again, a whisper points out, they've ever right to be wary-). At present, he's within his own garage, turning some of his possessions over in his hands.
They seem so meaningless, now.
...and he was immediately crushed with guilt and shame.
As much support as he's been given, it's still not enough. He doesn't know if it'll ever be enough, or if he wants it to be. He doesn't deserve forgiveness or absolution. Nor understanding. They, in turn, can't seem to understand that what they saw was not so much him under control but the real him...the truth that Unicron remade him as.
Nemesis - Convoy, though he's been responding to either name now, and accepting of whatever others refer to him as - remains secluded. It's only as of late that he's been venturing on his own, but never without someone nearby if he needs them (or if he succumbs again, a whisper points out, they've ever right to be wary-). At present, he's within his own garage, turning some of his possessions over in his hands.
They seem so meaningless, now.