@tripchannger | x
The arachnid’s jaw clasped shut, her fangs somewhat digging into her cheeks as she waits for an outburst. She expects to be blasted by an onslaught of fire, so to only see a soured expression hurt her, more than any brush of fire or ice would cause.
Of course, she feels her mind flicking to that day, where the stench of energon still makes bile rise to the back of her throat. It takes what little strength she has to keep it together in front of that face; one that she, once upon a time, knew so well.
“You’re right.” Hitching ever-so-delicately, her tone wavered from the mixture of sickness and nerves. Yet, she persuits, feeling something gnawing at her heart to just... keep talking, no matter how much the pain grows. “At least- you were right. For a time.” She stops herself, her processor going aggressively in circles.
He won’t remember, you know he won’t. You made SURE he wouldn’t. Stop this. It’s fruitless.
Despite the thoughts, she kept pressing, daring to walk slowly closer to Blitzwing, but she kept her distance. Mostly. “You’d be surprised at how convincing the Autobots can be. Especially the red-haired br-... Sari.” Blackarachnia looks away, unable to hold eye-contact with Blitzwing.
Maybe she should go, before this... whole thing blows up in her face. She won’t, though. Not yet.