a million points of light ascending to the sky

[spacetimeprime]

It's been a long time, even by their standards.

Centuries to millennium to eons- the remains of the Firstforged all trudging along, all in their own ways. As far as Vector Prime knows, he's one of if not the only one still attempting to follow his original purpose, even if he did spend ages within a private dimension trying to hide from it all. The worlds. Its people.

His own past.

But once again absorbed in to the timestreams, one again charting the course, the ebb and flow of time- here he finds curiosity, then alarm, then all the more reason to seek out one of the few he believes is still out there. Still alive.

Still themselves, most importantly.

Vector Prime lands on the metallic platform, gazing up at the sanctuary that his sibling has made for themselves. It looks old; ancient by anyone's standards but his own. Even so, it is not without some reverence that he steps forwards, wings folding behind him as he ventures through the entrance.

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[spacetimeprime]

"...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."

[primeartificer]

"No, you never forgot!"

Solus slams her hammer down against the workbench, whirling in place to direct a furious glare her brother's way.

"Honoring your 'memories' does nothing for those left ignored!"

Even his later words do little to help; furious and hurt, her armor bristles, spines of her alt raising in subconscious defense.

"You even required an excuse to see me. The excuse of my work. Have I nothing of worth to offer but the sum of my constructs?"

[spacetimeprime]

Vector startles a bit at the slam, reflexively looking up- wings going absolutely still under her verbal onslaught. There's a slight grimace to his expression, as well, despite his attempts to mask it; a chagrined distress that's only so well hidden.

What can he say to that, but the truth, as he has been, and hope that it at least tempers her rage?

"You are so much more than that- and how am I, who has cut themselves off for so long, to venture towards it once again after turning my back?"

His hands do not so much clench as curl before him, displaying his frustration.

"How am I to dare act as though nothing has happened when, in fact, that nothing is what has created this rift? What am I to rely on than the most base of memories, of function- you, as a master crafter, and I, as a meager warrior in desperate need of tools to serve my own purpose, and then hope that through this we can once again move past such simplicity?"

Because he doesn't know.