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TC: *the mask is in place, cool and impassive, but his wingmates are WELL AWARE of how…almost sparkbreaking it is for him to look around a room of "teammates", to see desks and datapads and boards of mission notes on the walls…so very like what he almost had and was stolen from him forever . . . he wants this…Primus he WANTS THIS…didn't know he did until walking into this room but now it's a PAINFUL, DESPERATE ACHE in his spark……………he probably reads as cold and calculating to his new teammates as he silently takes everything in, greeting them with the fewest words possible…waiting for one of them – or all of them – to tear into him as /just/ a lowly, worthless slave they can't /possibly/ be being asked to work with…*

((L-LOL yeah, I don't remember either. 9,9))