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I hate bein locked up. I dunno which is worse... the locked door... or that Scourge had me put in here.
Ok, I know we've gone back in time somehow, an Scourge doesn't even know who I am. But...
I donno if I can explain it to anyone who's not binary bonded... There's things that... become almost instinct. And one of those is expectin your own damn partner to at least recognize you.
Ok, so... I can't claim we always get along with the 'Cons. That'd be a flat out lie...
I mean, the first year was the worst. You couldn't go anyplace without insults from one side or the other. "Filthy organic parasites" vs "Walking metal garbage heaps"... you get the idea.
But... you can't be like this an not have it... change you somehow. And eventually you get to where there's certain lines you know not to cross with each other.
Like puttin me in a cage, of any sort.
Scourge wouldn't... not the Scourge I know. Cause he'd end up gettin the backlash from my damned claustrophobia or whatever it is. I don't think that's quite the right word... I don't mind small spaces, as long as I can get OUT of them.
The only reason I'm not in a total panic now is cause I know I could get out of this one... electronic lock...
Yeah, this Scourge really doesn't know me at all...
So why do I still feel so... betrayed...
Ok, I know we've gone back in time somehow, an Scourge doesn't even know who I am. But...
I donno if I can explain it to anyone who's not binary bonded... There's things that... become almost instinct. And one of those is expectin your own damn partner to at least recognize you.
Ok, so... I can't claim we always get along with the 'Cons. That'd be a flat out lie...
I mean, the first year was the worst. You couldn't go anyplace without insults from one side or the other. "Filthy organic parasites" vs "Walking metal garbage heaps"... you get the idea.
But... you can't be like this an not have it... change you somehow. And eventually you get to where there's certain lines you know not to cross with each other.
Like puttin me in a cage, of any sort.
Scourge wouldn't... not the Scourge I know. Cause he'd end up gettin the backlash from my damned claustrophobia or whatever it is. I don't think that's quite the right word... I don't mind small spaces, as long as I can get OUT of them.
The only reason I'm not in a total panic now is cause I know I could get out of this one... electronic lock...
Yeah, this Scourge really doesn't know me at all...
So why do I still feel so... betrayed...