[banging fists on table] MORE ROBOT DRAMA MORE ROBOT DRAMA MORE ROBOT DR

[knaval]

Who: riptide and some other dudes
When: after magnus's post
Where: riptide's room
What: sad fish boy
Warnings: cw for possible discussion of war, violence, ptsd, generally the depressing shit you get with these metal tittybabies



a. magnus

[accepting his fate, riptide allowed magnus to drag him to his room, no longer fighting.

if he had more knowledge of the situation, he would respond differently. he doesn't, though, and all he knows is he takes part in something that results in all his friends being left for the djd. after everything he's experienced in regards to tarn aboard to moira, after everything everyone has done for him, he was still stupid and selfish enough to leave them all for dead.

what the fuck did getaway say to him?

these are things that riptide will wonder about until he's physically unable to stay awake anymore, but for now he just lets whatever's going to happen to him happen.]

b. megatron

[they didn't finish the wall.

riptide eventually gets sick of laying on his bed staring at it like a useless sack of shit and gets up, sliding off the berth to carefully press at the edges still sticking out awkwardly.

he still thinks the table looked fine where it was.

sighing, riptide gets to work. missing brainstorm and nautica intensely for a moment before telling himself he doesn't deserve to.]

c. anyone else

[you want this sad fish? come yell at him in his room. he's not leaving.]

Comments

[onlytwoexpressions]

Riptide.

If there is one thing I've learned throughout all of this?

Everyone.

No matter how big or small. No matter what good or evil they've committed.

No matter how they were built.

If their spark truly desires it?

Everyone deserves peace.

[knaval]

[he shakes his head against minimus's chest, closing his optics slowly and slowing sobbing with less... gusto.]

I don't. I dont-- do you think I'm just going to wave this off? Knowing I let this happen? After seeing Tarn here, after being on the duplicate Lost Light? I saw you dead then, and it was horrific. It's going to happen again--

[he exhales heavily, pushing back. ]

I guess I figure it out in the future but right now I don't know how I can live with myself knowing that.

[onlytwoexpressions]

Look at me, Riptide.

We will get by. We will continue on and, perhaps with a little luck, maybe we will find some answers.

But we will do it as a crew.

This is not an order.

It's a request.

From an old soldier to a young one.

[knaval]

[it's shaky, he's still venting heavily, he's still struggling to keep eye contact but eventually he gets out:]

...Yes sir.

[onlytwoexpressions]

[Minimus reaches up and pats Riptide very gently on the cheek.]

I want you to know...you can come talk to me.

About anything.

Even if I yell. Even if I get mad.

I will accept your thoughts and I want to know.

[knaval]

[he flinches away slightly from the soft touch.]

M'kay.

[that tone is truly uncertain.]

[onlytwoexpressions]

I...hope to see you soon.

[knaval]

[don't, he thinks.]

Wait. What's happening? Are you putting me in the brig or what?

[onlytwoexpressions]

I have no such authority or intention.

Besides...it's clear to me you're punishing yourself far worse than I could ever punish you.

[knaval]

[sighing heavily, riptide nods slightly. yeah he was kind of explosive wasn't he]

I'll. Um. Call Rung.

[onlytwoexpressions]

That is a good idea.

I plan on making an appointment with him myself.

[knaval]

Y--yeah.

[riptide chews on his lip, hating the guilt for welling up inside his chest again.

he shifts awkwardly, not wanting to really discuss emotions further with minimus.]