What point is there in being the last of the three of us? My Lord, myself, Scourge, and I alone now stand here. There is a sense of inadequacy. I stand before you clothed in human flesh, weaker than any of our kind were at conception. But then, the three of us and the Sweeps were all that was ever made of our kind, weren't we? I was built to serve violence, and my Lord was violence, in all its forms. Brilliant, before his... Mm. Brilliant even afterwards too, I would hope to believe. Scourge, did you ever doubt as I found myself doing? I could do nothing but follow my purpose, but it pained me to see him so aimless. It pained me to see all of us so horribly out of sorts. Mighty Decepticons, starving on an old mining colony, our leader's mind melted to itself, and myself and Scourge all that stood between our cause, our people, and annihilation. And now I have not even my cause. Just me. No war, no enemy lines, no purpose, none of my kind. I miss you both terribly. -Cyclonus, Transformers (Generation One)
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