"It couldn't be," Qilby pointed out drily. "Otherwise everyone would be killing each other for a taste."
That was it, then. All that work and little to show for it save for, perhaps, a little smidgen of trust from the Cybertronian. Friendliness would be pushing it, and loyalty-- well, he held no loyalty to those outside of his race, and he couldn't quite fathom a reason for anyone else to be any different. Not if they were halfway intelligent beings, and from the suspicious look he got, he could tell Barricade fell squarely into that category.
After all that action, and all it'd been through, his hat was beginning to slip off his head again; he tugged at its front irritably, grimacing when his bloodied sleeve brushed against his face.
"I admit, I've never made a habit of fighting that... Up close and personal." So, what he was trying to say was that it wit went a lot better than it might've. His eyes followed Barricade's illuminating beams of light to the defeated kishin egg, trailing over its spines, its claws, its sharper bits, everything he had the pleasure of not seeing firsthand. If he hadn't kept himself so limber, things might've gone quite differently. He hoped the machine appreciated that.
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That was it, then. All that work and little to show for it save for, perhaps, a little smidgen of trust from the Cybertronian. Friendliness would be pushing it, and loyalty-- well, he held no loyalty to those outside of his race, and he couldn't quite fathom a reason for anyone else to be any different. Not if they were halfway intelligent beings, and from the suspicious look he got, he could tell Barricade fell squarely into that category.
After all that action, and all it'd been through, his hat was beginning to slip off his head again; he tugged at its front irritably, grimacing when his bloodied sleeve brushed against his face.
"I admit, I've never made a habit of fighting that... Up close and personal." So, what he was trying to say was that it wit went a lot better than it might've. His eyes followed Barricade's illuminating beams of light to the defeated kishin egg, trailing over its spines, its claws, its sharper bits, everything he had the pleasure of not seeing firsthand. If he hadn't kept himself so limber, things might've gone quite differently. He hoped the machine appreciated that.