"So noted," Orion agreed dryly. His field fliched when Megatron started using his hands - the pop of shattering optics and helm casing making his shakes return with a vengeance.
"...urgh."
He turned away, tanks churning, optics dimming as he blocked out the view and tried not to be ill. The violence of the kill was bad enough; the strange satisfaction he suddenly felt at it's death repulsed him even more.
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branchandroot
aw lame! 8V
Date: 2015-10-20 05:27 am (UTC)"...urgh."
He turned away, tanks churning, optics dimming as he blocked out the view and tried not to be ill. The violence of the kill was bad enough; the strange satisfaction he suddenly felt at it's death repulsed him even more.
What sort of thought was that to have?