"Calm down? Are you seriously telling me to calm down right now? You just told me you're dead! That you died and it wasn't a big deal and "it was quick" and, and," he rubs his temples, a pained expression on his face. "Primus, Bee what am I, just, supposed to NOT be a little freaked out by all this?"
Coherent sentences are gone at this point, and he just sort of mumbles to himself, hands clenched in his hair as her looks down at the table. This is...this is a lot to take in. This is about a million miles south-southeast of what he was expecting. How is it even possible to import someone who is...was dead? And why, for that matter? He looks up suddenly, eyes wide.
"Bee you have to tell me what happened. Happens. What happened to you, to Cybertron...to...to everyone. Oh god, what about me? What if I died? Bee, did I die? What if we're all dead? What if ALL the imports are dead?" Rodimus is now reaching dangerous levels of metaphysical panic.
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Coherent sentences are gone at this point, and he just sort of mumbles to himself, hands clenched in his hair as her looks down at the table. This is...this is a lot to take in. This is about a million miles south-southeast of what he was expecting. How is it even possible to import someone who is...was dead? And why, for that matter? He looks up suddenly, eyes wide.
"Bee you have to tell me what happened. Happens. What happened to you, to Cybertron...to...to everyone. Oh god, what about me? What if I died? Bee, did I die? What if we're all dead? What if ALL the imports are dead?" Rodimus is now reaching dangerous levels of metaphysical panic.