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[apologize? he scoffs]

Why didn't you ask Ratchet to fix you up before you left? Too proud, as usual?

[ Prowl's not exactly pleasant, but he's a bit mellower than before.]

[matrixofleadership]

I'm not too proud, I was asked to leave and it was merely small wounds. I did not want to burden Ratchet more than I already had.

He's done so much already.

[ Optimus feels his face twitch. But he remains calm. ]

I don't know what I was like for you. But the Prowl I know was a Minicon last I checked when he left.

I had no reason to know you and him were the alterations of the other.

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[His mouth twitches.]

I've no interest in getting to know you, if that's the purpose of this entire converation, Optimus.

We're on the same ship, and I will cooperate where necessary, but don't speak to me like I'm your subordinate to be ordered around. I'm neither your soldier nor your friend.

And I've grown quite weary of being under the thumb of Primes.

[matrixofleadership]

Do you think I came here to get to know you!

I am here to apologize because it is the right course of action and one I wished to do.

I only wanted to explain. I only want us to understand.

If you do not care for Primes, that is your right. I just wish to come to a truce before this spirals.

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Right. Of course.

[""""the right course of action"""" seems to grate his nerves like nothing else.]

I'm not going to try to kill you, but I'm also not going to pretend I like you. Are those acceptable terms for our truce?

[SARCASM. Because he'd give Optimus pissitude regardless of the answer.]

[matrixofleadership]

I had no assumptions of you trying to kill me, Prowl. My greatest assumption is we might come to blows.

But fine. I will accept your terms. I don't understand your issue with me, I am not your Optimus. [ Optimus curls his fists tighter. His body feels so tired.]

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[ugh.]

Of course I'm not going to hit you, either. Unless we have official business, I just want you to leave me be.

[He moves to open the door of his room, to the isolation he craved.]

[matrixofleadership]

Of course. Rest well, Prowl.

[ Optimus turns and feels his body want to crush in on itself. He moves to hurry away, but not that quickly. He does not want to seem the wounded animal he is. ]

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[Prowl does give him one last glance, perhaps considering a well-wish for him too. He opts to say nothing, instead simply closing the door behind him.]