star saber’s helm transforms back to reveal the saber helm before his gaze falls.
he makes no secret of the regret in his face. he’d never wanted to hurt stinger, emotionally nor physically– but there was no taking back a severed head, even if it could be reattached. that he survived at all was a feature of the brainmasters for having their second-most-vital organ in their chest instead of the cranium. in that way alone, they’d been lucky.
but again; physical wounds were more than physical, when the mech that was hurt was a victim of star saber’s failures.
“i’m sorry,” star saber says with distressed sincerity. “i should have known better. i should have been more observant. please believe me when i say that if i had known… you never would have been drawn to the decepticons. i would have helped you, and i will do whatever it takes to salvage things now, if you would let me.”
He waits for his answer, not with patience, but with aggravation. Killerhornet awaits some heroic speech, something about learning a lesson, or some other boring subject. His arms are crossed, optics hidden by the in-built visor as he prepares for the grand speech.
What he recieves instead, is honesty, for the first time in fifty years. He may have joined the Decepticon’s, yet he knows far too well how easily the truth can be bent, especially by them.
Taken aback by Star Saber’s remorseful gaze, Hornet’s tightly-crossed arms slowly unfold. Of course he blamed Blacker, and Braver, not to mention Laster, but, Star Saber? No. He couldn’t bring himself to blame Star. It was never Star Saber’s fault that the others forced him to keep quiet.
The apology was too much. The distressed tone was even worse. It hurt.
Emotionally overwhelmed, Hornet sighs, feeling his resolve begin to crack. Not by much, however, one crack, overtime, can make any wall collapse. “...For a Supreme Commander, you’re pretty thick in the head.” A servo pushes up the visor that Hornet built into his helm.
His optics looked as exhausted as he felt. His anger, for now, had been quelled by Star Saber’s honesty.
“They silenced me. For as long as they could, they kept my mouth shut. This isn’t on you, you hear? I blame Blacker. I blame him, and the two fucking morons that claim to be smart-asses. I’ve ALWAYS blamed him, but never, and I mean never, Star, have I thought that you were ignorant on purpose.” If the Breastforce saw this, they’d have his head (not that he really needs it to live, mind you).
“...You can’t fix what someone else broke. You shouldn’t, and you can’t. This is HIS mess to clean up. Based on his attitude? I doubt he will... Still the same, arrogant little cockcobbler...” Damn Star, and his guilt-ridden face. His heart, no matter much he suppresses it, can’t stand the sight of Star looking so... defeated. Upset. “...Fuck, I’ve said too much...”
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