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Hey, hi, this is Nova Storm! You found me but you also really super didn't, haha! Do the thing so I can do the other thing back, okay?

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For long moment, Nova Storm wasn't answering, couldn't answer. Until that last part. She froze, optics going if possible even wider and more colorless. Then all of those moments ended.

This, far more than even the threat, made Nova Storm sag and fall out of the tense resistance to anything and everything being said to her. She dug her fingers into the floor and reached out desperately through the bond for reassurance, but Skywarp wasn't just far away, she'd muted her end the same way Nova Storm had her own. Skywarp wasn't going to --couldn't-- send back warmth through the bond in response to Nova's own stubbornness and guilt and hate dragging things up as proof that her own inadequacies justified it all, to all of these things being told to her in the one place that was supposed to always be safe to hide from them in.

There was nowhere left to run from what he'd said, what the prime had said, too, and something brittle cracked in her head with an almost audible sound. She always had needed physical fights with Skywarp to ever admit she'd been wrong.

Nova pressed her helm into the floor and she shuddered and croaked out, "...Yes. Yes, it's exhausting."