Nova Storm was repeating the very thoughts Monk had been turning over in his head since Chill showed him their 'prize'. That no matter how much he had cared for Starscream, it wasn't worth losing the five of them to secure him a more honorable death. True, he had faith in Starscream's planning and strategy, but clearly it hadn't been enough. Then Nova Storm turned the conversation on it's head, throwing those same assumptions back in his face
"Stop."
Monk was standing dangerously still, his hands slowly clenching into fists, bristling. He had taken more than enough of her vitriol at this point. The floor began to vibrate with a quiet, rumbling hum so low it was felt more than heard.
"You think it is easy? You think I am faultless because I can I remain calm when I am wronged? For the last 300 years I have performed rites for the dead, and consoled the living. I started with nothing, and I became the person they needed, day by day. I learned how to move past my own thoughts and be a pillar for others, to tap into the part of me that could do that; and it is something I have tried to do on this ship, for you and others. Yet every day I am less and less of myself, and it is harder and harder to do what I have done for so long. Do not act like you know who I am, when I myself do not know in full."
He let out a sharp bark of a laugh, knowing he wasn't following his own words right now, though the part about it being harder was true. Their escapade had shoved his past in his face, and he was keenly aware of how out of balance he was.
"I am tired of you using me as an object to further your own self pity. If you regret your actions, then fix them."
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Date: 2025-01-19 06:14 pm (UTC)"Stop."
Monk was standing dangerously still, his hands slowly clenching into fists, bristling. He had taken more than enough of her vitriol at this point. The floor began to vibrate with a quiet, rumbling hum so low it was felt more than heard.
"You think it is easy? You think I am faultless because I can I remain calm when I am wronged? For the last 300 years I have performed rites for the dead, and consoled the living. I started with nothing, and I became the person they needed, day by day. I learned how to move past my own thoughts and be a pillar for others, to tap into the part of me that could do that; and it is something I have tried to do on this ship, for you and others. Yet every day I am less and less of myself, and it is harder and harder to do what I have done for so long. Do not act like you know who I am, when I myself do not know in full."
He let out a sharp bark of a laugh, knowing he wasn't following his own words right now, though the part about it being harder was true. Their escapade had shoved his past in his face, and he was keenly aware of how out of balance he was.
"I am tired of you using me as an object to further your own self pity. If you regret your actions, then fix them."