From across the room, he couldn't hear the sounds or feel the flex of their fields through the cacophony of the club's lights and music- but he could still see the white mech's mouth open in a weak cry, silenced by a rough tug.

"No. It won't."

Fingers curling heavily against the tabletop, Orion sat up from his hunch, optics locked at the scene across the room. Whatever restraint Orion had held over his field was quickly vanishing as if it never was, rare righteous ire blanketing every facet.

Almost exactly like the previous time, when confronting Maul.

"But unlike everyone else over there, I am going to at least ask."

He stood up abruptly, moving to intercept the pair.