Sitting back to not crowd him when Optimus pulled back, Elita shook her helm.
"If I truly wouldn't want to be here, the best the programming could do would make me feel less inclined to leave, but you asked my opinion and what I wanted; I don't have to lie for that, especially..." Trailing off, Elita tilited her helm, looking up at Optimus from under the edge of her helm, optics glowing softly and a small smile on her faceplates.
"I haven't needed to lie, thanks to you. It's been... refreshing." It was irony to say such things, and it almost made her lose the mood and moment she'd managed to capture, but pushed it away.
It was, after all, true in all things except the overlying background reason that she'd been put here in the first place.
Everything, of course, but right now... that didn't, couldn't, matter.
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WELL, THAT MIGHT BE A PROBLEM. ON ALL FRONTS.
Date: 2012-04-03 10:13 pm (UTC)"If I truly wouldn't want to be here, the best the programming could do would make me feel less inclined to leave, but you asked my opinion and what I wanted; I don't have to lie for that, especially..." Trailing off, Elita tilited her helm, looking up at Optimus from under the edge of her helm, optics glowing softly and a small smile on her faceplates.
"I haven't needed to lie, thanks to you. It's been... refreshing." It was irony to say such things, and it almost made her lose the mood and moment she'd managed to capture, but pushed it away.
It was, after all, true in all things except the overlying background reason that she'd been put here in the first place.
Everything, of course, but right now... that didn't, couldn't, matter.