Mirage blinked, optics brightening as they refocused on the (agitated, worried) minibot by his side. He shifted faintly, reluctantly loosing some of his strutless sprawl.
"...what? Nothing is. Wrong with me, per say. Just..."
Melancholy. Longing. Homesick.
"Unsettled? But not worth any worry. It's just...familiar."
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"...what? Nothing is. Wrong with me, per say. Just..."
Melancholy. Longing. Homesick.
"Unsettled? But not worth any worry. It's just...familiar."
A sigh.
"We're fine. I'm fine."