[It doesn't seem perturbed. The sword dissipates, but it spreads its hands conversationally.]
But I'm born of him, aren't I? Isn't that how this works? I'm the little secrets in the back of his mind that he'd never dare voice. I'm what he really thinks of you.
[Without even flinching or changing its expression, it shoots a stream of fire from its open palms. Right at Sideswipe.]
no subject
But I'm born of him, aren't I? Isn't that how this works? I'm the little secrets in the back of his mind that he'd never dare voice. I'm what he really thinks of you.
[Without even flinching or changing its expression, it shoots a stream of fire from its open palms. Right at Sideswipe.]