TC: *just…gazes back for a moment, unable to answer that . . . because with those words, Turbo will see the shell crack – he'll get a glimpse of the longing, the shattered dreams, the devastation of utter loss, the horrific abuses he's suffered, the life and sense of self he was forced to admit defeat on ages ago . . . his head bows, optics dimming almost dark, as a hand comes up to his face while he deals – Stars and Warp will /feel/ the MAELSTROM he's trying to regain control of . . . once he feels he's stuffed it back down enough to trust his voice again, it's still rough when he finally speaks* Why are you different?
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