"...I never ignored."

The words are quiet, strained, and accompanied by a grimace. Vector's wings are lowered behind him, but this isn't so much the intimidation of before as- guilt? No. Distress, unease, certainly. He has chosen the wrong path to take, to address this, and can only try to correct the course.

"Even at my most reclusive, my memories were what kept me company, though I could not then bear to have them be anything more than that, after...everything that happened." He pauses, wanting to wring his hands- but still, ever still, settling for looking down at the floor.

"Some have been easier to speak with than others, because my duties overlapped with theirs in a manner that made it simpler to begin once again."

Alpha Trion, with his full immersion with those who came after.

Nexus Prime...though he had lost memory of whom he truly was.

"I had thought...the device to serve as an excuse to at least try, and even if you said no, it would have been...good...to see you again. Without it...I do not know how I would have come."