[ The topic is straying too near the personal now, less easy to assess as academic; he hasn't missed that his counterpart isn't scribing a lot of this either. He tries to course correct. ]
I will add a brief overview of the more prominent trines to the files I send you later, as well as my captains and sub-commanders during the war.
[ It will be factual and without implied attachments. Safe. Impartial. It will still hurt. ]
[ Starscream lets out a sigh, nodding and pulling his stylus again out of his mouth. Right. They were here for a reason. ]
Yes, thank you. I can send you some of my own files on such things as well, if you would prefer. Just so this isn't... One-sided. [ That's what people do, right? This is... An exchange. Give up something equal. ]
[ Starscream (any of them) are never mechs to turn down free information, so he nods agreement to the offer. He finishes the glass of engex he's been sipping on this whole time, and reaches for the bottle to refill it. The next question comes from seemingly nowhere. ]
[ Starscream’s wings flick outwards in indignation, and he huffs. Despite that, he still keeps his voice civil. ]
Old enough to handle myself.
[ Younger than his counterpart- But he certainly won’t tell him that once upon a time the war had begun when most mechs would still blink at his youth. It had made the fight into the University of Iacon all the harder. Frag them all, though; he had still been their best and brightest. ]
And how many mechs would use the exact number in a sparkbeat if I said? Call defensiveness a learned reflex. [ Starscream half-snaps it back, looking away and crossing arms tightly over his cockpit.
But he sighs, and nods slowly. ] ...Okay. That would... Probably be for the best. Thank you for... Thank you for coming.
[ Starscream does not answer that frankly ridiculous accusation, but he gathers his own datapad, removes the Vos files from the lit screens, and waits in the doorway of the room with his arms crossed. This is a normally off limits area, he's not about to leave his counterpart here unsupervised. ]
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I will add a brief overview of the more prominent trines to the files I send you later, as well as my captains and sub-commanders during the war.
[ It will be factual and without implied attachments. Safe. Impartial. It will still hurt. ]
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Yes, thank you. I can send you some of my own files on such things as well, if you would prefer. Just so this isn't... One-sided. [ That's what people do, right? This is... An exchange. Give up something equal. ]
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How old are you?
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Old enough to handle myself.
[ Younger than his counterpart- But he certainly won’t tell him that once upon a time the war had begun when most mechs would still blink at his youth. It had made the fight into the University of Iacon all the harder. Frag them all, though; he had still been their best and brightest. ]
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And young enough to get offended by an entirely harmless, mundane question.
[ He'll give his own age instead then, matter of factly, then gestures toward the datapads on the table. ]
But if we're back to being coy over basic communication, I take it we're finished here?
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But he sighs, and nods slowly. ] ...Okay. That would... Probably be for the best. Thank you for... Thank you for coming.
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