➤Ⅱ At his suggestion, Miko tried to seat herself down. He was right about one thing, at least— she shouldn’t be standing. Carefully she lowered herself to the ground, wincing as she took a seat. It hurt to move— hurt to do anything, really.
She looked up when he kept talking— going on about the way she’d been hurt. She started to shake, optics going wide at the memory.
“I-I…!”
As Miko started to tremble, Nemesis shot forward, his faceplate hovering inches from hers, “Don’t do it! Don’t you DARE be afraid! Fear is for the weak. Fear is death. Fear will make you a slave, make you able to be hurt again, and again, and again.” them he reached out, and put an unexpectedly personal but firm, servo on her shoulder. “When another does such to us, there is only one acceptable reaction: Rage. Rage will give you the strength to go on, rage will give you the will to face your fears, to obliterate them. Tell me; what has happened, then we will talk of vengeance.”












