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You really could stand to learn more patience. Your emphasis on instant gratification is unappealing, and you abandon important projects the moment something shinier comes along. Don't you think it would be better if you could narrow your focus, hm?

Take my advice. Resign yourself to a course of action for a little while. Don't panic over it, and experiment with how true devotion feels, for a change.

Oh... And do whatever you like with me. I've been through it all, I assure you. I'm not concerned.

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You say shiny like it's a bad thing. What's the point of devotion of you 'ent enjoying yourself as much as you could be, hmm?

It is a bad thing, in some cases. I'd like a little certainty that I won't be dropped when the next toy comes along.

...I take it you're of the live-life-in-the-moment hedonism school.

Hedonism? Nah, I just believe in living every day like you're thankful you're alive. I mean it's not like I drink a lot, or destroy my life with hookers or drugs or anything.

Actually, I never tried to drink. Maybe if I go to a hab where I'm legal now...

Uh. Anyway. You just gotta have trust in your friend and everything should come through! Unless it doesn't. But you can't waste your time looking for betrayals that haven't come yet.

Then I suppose it's fortunate you have much to be thankful for.

It wouldn't take much to intoxicate you, I imagine. You're fairly small.

[A pause. That last part is actually suspiciously excellent advice.] I suppose... I'm not accustomed to being able to depend on anyone but myself.

Is it different for you?

Uhhh... not really! I mean, I'm nice to who I can be, but...

[he kind of trails off]

Anyway, you can't always be suspicious of everybody all the time! Most of 'em don't deserve it and you'll drive yourself crazy.

Too late for that, I'm afraid. I've found myself with the occasional lapse, and I won't disagree with you. Being essentially alone is a great stress.

But are you giving me advice you aren't following, little bird. Or are you just alone and strongly desirous of a flock?

You could say it's not exactly easy to find trustworthy people in my occupation.

It's not like I don't have friends! I just, you know, don't trust them with the merchandise without extra incentive not to screw me. And don't count on them hailing my ass out of the fire. Which is fine, 'cause you know, I've always been able to take care of myself.

But if I looked for betrayal all the time I think I'd go insane with this crowd.

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I suppose it's rude to ask what your occupation is. Do you steal, perhaps?

Hmn. You're precisely the kind of person my mundane would coo over. A sweet little bird with an independent streak, just dying to be nurtured. [Really. Really really, player.]

In any event, should I wish you luck being rehomed, or luck staying independent and free?

My official title is 'Used Vehicle Acquisition Specialist'!

[he doesn't have a title. he steals spaceships for other people to fence.]

Not really so into the cooing, but if that includes food? I'll take it. Anyway, I'm headed for something called a 'tabletop rpg', all of this is a 'voice test'. Something about 'you talk so much that your manner of speech is important to nail down'. I don't know, I wasn't really listening.

What about you? Hope you're going somewhere with people you can trust, or try, anyway.

With all due respect, sir, patience is an easy virtue to preach with millions of years at your disposal.

I remember you. [That is its own compliment from this guy.] I never understood what Soundwave saw in you above the others. The sort of disrespect he allowed from you.

If you'd like, I can tell you a little cosmic irony. So far as I was aware, neither of them had plans to kill you.

[doesn't smirk but golly if he don't come close] He was a bot of integrity. I've been wrong before, but I like to think our--understanding of each other forgave any behavior you may have construed as disrespect.

To be fair, you can't much respect yourself. What is that shell--aluminum alloy? Welcome back, my lord, but the downgrade doesn't suit you.

[Dylan gets points for not being Joyce or Simmons, but Galvatron's still in this mindset where a ton of humans being dead is not a big deal, and doesn't particularly like any of them personally.

No, he tells a lie. Carly was alright.]

Perhaps you're right. He was very fond of the minicons, he might have considered you an honorary Decepticon in your own right. [And the way Dylan reacted to Sentinel's orders...] I heard that you did your best to carry our plans through. Whether you felt you had no choice or not, I am still... impressed with you.

[He gives a sort of wheezy laugh at that last part, despite what he just said about respect.] An enterprising man far less intelligent than you unlocked the genetic code for our people, and was kind enough to build me a body, at my request. It may not look like much, but you are misleading, as well.

Did you care about that woman? The one you took with you.

[the question pauses him. Carly. She was one of a few constants in his life, but seems like a weird thing for a Gal-pal to ask about. A frown, a glance down, and when it comes back up:]

Did you care about Soundwave?

[Hey no answering a question with a question! Especially a question like that.]

I felt his loss. [It actually takes a deep long simulated breath before he can admit this to Dylan, and he'd never admit it to any Autobot, so take that as you will.] We had infants. When they began to die, I tried harder not to feel anything at all.

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That is a wonderful terrible username btw

he makes terrible crow puns about himself how could I not

so would you say it's your crow-ning achievement? a feather in ur cap

i've been raven about it all day. just realized i tagged you on two threads SORRY LMAO

NEVER BE SORRY julian is a sweet

TY galvatron is also super interesting

/)(\ thank you

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late w/sbux

SHRIEK

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