Mirage was singing out the opening ceremony prayers. He refused to let the irony or bitter disappointment show in his song; usually, this would be sung in front of a full enclave of priests at least. At best, such a ceremony would be broadcast to the entire planet.
A hastily decorated room in the back of a grubby, broken down ship with three participants was something of a step down.
But Mirage kept to the full script, chanting out the entire Rites of First Spark reserved for such an occasion. Voice ringing along with Tracks' background accompaniment, he paused only to accept the bowl of energon from the other noble, drinking deeply from the glowing purple-blue broth.
It was a very pure sort of highgrade; the only bit of 'antithetic' the priest would receive. Tracks nodding approvingly when all but a mouthful was gulped down, and he drank down the rest as Mirage continued his song.
Cliffjumper didn't know it - though he might be able to guess, given how Mirage turned to glance at him - the rites turned to the portion involving atonement and the presence of the atoner.
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A hastily decorated room in the back of a grubby, broken down ship with three participants was something of a step down.
But Mirage kept to the full script, chanting out the entire Rites of First Spark reserved for such an occasion. Voice ringing along with Tracks' background accompaniment, he paused only to accept the bowl of energon from the other noble, drinking deeply from the glowing purple-blue broth.
It was a very pure sort of highgrade; the only bit of 'antithetic' the priest would receive. Tracks nodding approvingly when all but a mouthful was gulped down, and he drank down the rest as Mirage continued his song.
Cliffjumper didn't know it - though he might be able to guess, given how Mirage turned to glance at him - the rites turned to the portion involving atonement and the presence of the atoner.