Nova Storm didn't agree that she wasn't broken --that if she hadn't been from the very beginning, war had certainly picked up the slack-- but she didn't say anything about that. There was still so much she didn't know about why he'd done that to her, what had she done since arriving here that was so bad the creep had decided it was worth murdering and torturing her and fucking up her emotions over, but maybe it hadn't needed to be anything at all. Maybe she'd just been in the wrong place at the wrong time while in the company of the worst possible person.
If you got caught up in thinking that only shitty people deserved shitty things to happen to them and the best people deserved sunshine and turbobunnies, there was only way for that thinking to go, and that was a dark place. A place where you felt it was okay to do what that aft had done to her. To them.
She never wanted that to happen to her. To either of them.
So she just furrowed her optic ridges and pressed her face into Skywarp's shoulder. "He's not ours, anymore," she muttered, "if he ever really was. Someone who was really ours would never have-" A sigh, and bringing up her arms to hug her sister tight. "He gave up the right to know anything about us when he decided convenience was better than accountability. We're more than that. Deserve more. But... if it'll get him pointed at the other one... Okay. Yeah, okay. That's worth giving up a little bit for."
She was quiet for moment, wings flicking unhappily. "You were dealing with that bullshit all on your own. And I said all that dumb scrap about you feeling guilty..." Her face twisted, guiltguiltangershame, and she shifted to their twin language of biolights and body language and wordless, subvocal noises because speaking out loud suddenly seemed to feel too large and intimidating while also feeling like it would never be adequate for everything roiling inside of her.
'You're other me. Remember when we were newbuilds, and I just called you that? Me? What hurts one of us hurts the other, and I messed it up. I died, and you must've had to- But I'm here now. And I won't leave you alone again. Will not.'
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If you got caught up in thinking that only shitty people deserved shitty things to happen to them and the best people deserved sunshine and turbobunnies, there was only way for that thinking to go, and that was a dark place. A place where you felt it was okay to do what that aft had done to her. To them.
She never wanted that to happen to her. To either of them.
So she just furrowed her optic ridges and pressed her face into Skywarp's shoulder. "He's not ours, anymore," she muttered, "if he ever really was. Someone who was really ours would never have-" A sigh, and bringing up her arms to hug her sister tight. "He gave up the right to know anything about us when he decided convenience was better than accountability. We're more than that. Deserve more. But... if it'll get him pointed at the other one... Okay. Yeah, okay. That's worth giving up a little bit for."
She was quiet for moment, wings flicking unhappily. "You were dealing with that bullshit all on your own. And I said all that dumb scrap about you feeling guilty..." Her face twisted, guiltguiltangershame, and she shifted to their twin language of biolights and body language and wordless, subvocal noises because speaking out loud suddenly seemed to feel too large and intimidating while also feeling like it would never be adequate for everything roiling inside of her.
'You're other me. Remember when we were newbuilds, and I just called you that? Me? What hurts one of us hurts the other, and I messed it up. I died, and you must've had to- But I'm here now. And I won't leave you alone again. Will not.'