[Too late, time for emotions. Minimus grabs his own end as if he could possibly yank it out of Riptide's hands and ends up feeling a sense of respect. Despite being in jail, he...cares about making Minimus happy?]
[his optics widen a little when minimus says that and he shrinks back into the cell a little.]
Uh.
[riptide's expression pinches as he tugs the string slightly.]
I guess that matters to me, yeah. [he's trying and failing so hard to be normal about this.] 'Cuz... you know, I don't really... know how that feels. To have someone you care about be proud of you.
[Who? Riptide was an MTO, an expendable soldier. He had no older sibling to approve of his successes. No Tyrest picked him to play the role of his tool.]
The mutiny was understandable from your perspective. You were unhappy with Megatron's position on the ship, and you took Getaway as a leader. [Minimus also was angry about Megs but look where they are now.]
I do wish you see you improve yourself, Riptide. I can see that you wish to be better.
Um. [awkward nervousness floods the string.] Getaway's thing, he... convinced me that everyone thought I was just a dumb waste of time because I keep doing things wrong and... you know.
[Well.......Minimus can't say that no one on the ship thinks that.] Megatron has spoken to me of your effort to learn. From our conversations, he is fond of working with you.
Did he say that was true of everyone that was left on Necroworld?
I don't think there's going to be another one. [riptide starts to pace around the cell as he thinks this over. clomp clomp clomp.] If there's going to be any problems it's all the Decepticons following their own Megatrons, right?
I'm saying this genuinely, not just as an Autobot, by the way.
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[Too late, time for emotions. Minimus grabs his own end as if he could possibly yank it out of Riptide's hands and ends up feeling a sense of respect. Despite being in jail, he...cares about making Minimus happy?]
...What?
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What, what?
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...You...wish that I were proud of you?
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Uh.
[riptide's expression pinches as he tugs the string slightly.]
I guess that matters to me, yeah. [he's trying and failing so hard to be normal about this.] 'Cuz... you know, I don't really... know how that feels. To have someone you care about be proud of you.
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[Who? Riptide was an MTO, an expendable soldier. He had no older sibling to approve of his successes. No Tyrest picked him to play the role of his tool.]
What of your friends? Surely they care for you.
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[he leans back against the wall of his cell, shifting uncomfortably.]
I guess it was easier to, uh, distance myself from it again when I wasn't around anyone for all that time.
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I do wish you see you improve yourself, Riptide. I can see that you wish to be better.
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It wasn't... just that, you know.
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I am listening. [He could learn something about improving the command structure on this ship.]
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I didn't see a reason to disagree with that?
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Did he say that was true of everyone that was left on Necroworld?
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...Yeah. I mean-- why would I have wanted to stay around a bunch of people I thought considered me... lower than dirt?
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...
As did we.
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I'm saying this genuinely, not just as an Autobot, by the way.
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