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[raceme]

WHO: Rung and Blurr
WHERE: Prima's temple
WHEN: After this conversation
WHAT: Therapy
WARNINGS: Mentions of traumatic events, but nothing graphic.

[Blurr is a bit wary about meeting Rung in person. He didn't want to cause a bad impression and he hated feeling so weak. But after all that happened and Shockwave's arrival even Ultra Magnus suggested him to go talk to Rung. Probably not a good sign, since Ultra Magnus and him just met a few days ago too.

The blue racer knocked on the door of Rung's room a few times, very quickly,  and waited]

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[rungout]

Rung had been in the midst of toying with the arc model he'd brought through with him, fixing a piece that had been damaged in transit it seemed, when the knocks rang out on his door. The therapist fumbled and almost dropped the model in his startled state, clutching it to his chest as he heaved a breath and let it out slowly.

That..would not have been good at all.

Setting it down carefully Rung brushed his fingers over it before moving to the door, opening it and smiling softly at the bot on the other side.

"Hello Blurr," he greeted with a nod, stepping back to allow the other space to enter. "Please, come in."

[raceme]

Blurr's intention was not to startle him, he would feel guilty if he knew. He smiles back at Rung and looked around the place as eh walked.

"Good _day Rung IT?S nice to meet you in person. How are you copping with this new world?

[rungout]

Shutting the door, Rung turned and moved back over to his makeshift desk where the model rested, smile still in place as he leaned against it a bit.

"It's a pleasure to meet you in person as well, Blurr," he replied with a nod, watching the other in an unintentional studying sort of manner. "Alright I suppose. It's different but only in the sense of all the various beings from different universes. The planet is somewhat familiar in a way."

[raceme]

The elite guard agent was trying not to fidget a lot, but he had a tendency to move and walk around the room even during normal conversations. "It's confusing at first it was for all of us but usually you get used to it quickly."

His optics drifted to the model in the table. "Is that the Lost Light?"

[rungout]

"Considering how welcoming everyone is, that's not surprising," Rung said with a small smile before he glanced down at the model as Blurr asked about it. "No, actually, it's a model of the Ark. Perhaps someday I will get one of the Lost Light though..."

It would be an interesting addition to his collection after all.

Brushing his fingers over it, the therapist scooped it up then held it out to Blurr, allowing the speedster to get a better look.

"So how have you been as of late?"

[raceme]

"Thinks are easier if we all help each other ONE of the things I like about _{this place} is that factions stopped mattering ...for the most part." He was still wary of certain Decepticons, old habits die hard, and Blurr knew that he was biased against any Shockwave that showed up but certain things couldn't be helped.

"The Ark..I never heard of it." Did it exist in his universe at all?" He stopped for a second before taking the model from the other mechs hand. he tried to be extra careful because it looked important to Rung. "It's pretty I like the little details here and there."

"Fine... just a bit tired trying to fix all the troubles I caused without even knowing."

[rungout]

Rung rested his hands on the edge of the desk after Blurr had taken the ark model, smiling in an almost wistful way.

"That was the one nice thing about the Cybertron I left behind. There were still a lot of things to work out but the lack of factions was a good path for the new planet to be set on," he said softly, watching the speedster as he looked the model over. "The ark was a very important ship in my universe."

A fond smile appeared as the model itself was complimented, Rung looking at the item almost fondly before he looked back up to focus on Blurr himself.

"Troubles?"

[raceme]

"Ah right you are from the SAME universe as Starscream Thefriendlyone not the other I mean. He told me a about how things were going there."

Blurr frowned very slightly and returned the model to his owner. He was glad to hear that the war ended. Not so much when he discovered that the Autobots put kill chips inside of the Decepticons and that Starscream still had it in him.

"What made the Ark so important? It could transform?" If that was the case then perhaps the Ark was like Omega Supreme. At the question, Blurr looked nervous. "Have you heard about _{what happened} with Alpha Trion and the Tome of Possibilities?"

[rungout]

"Yes, I am," Rung said with a faint smile as the Starscream from his universes was mentioned. He wasn't completely sure what to make of the other just yet but so far Starscream had been nothing but kind so he was more than willing to give him a chance.

The other one though...

Taking the model as it was handed to him, the therapist toyed with it a bit, optics focusing on the speedster when he started talking again, head tilting just the slightest bit.

"It..was the ship that took a group of Cybertronians to the stars, I suppose you could say. It was going to take us all over," he explained, setting the model aside before resting his hands on the edge of the desk once more. "I have heard some things yes. I spoke with Wing about it."

[raceme]

Blurr knew that Starscream, they were friends among all odds. It was still weird to him but he tried not to make distinctions between Autobots and Decepticons in this new planet. It was harder with certain individuals than others.

"And Wing..how much did he told you about what happened? I mean..I KNOW You can't tell me but I don't want to say something by accident that he rather keeps a secre...eh..to himself."

[rungout]

"He told me his side of things, what happened with the alter egos and some personal things that have been going on with him in the aftermath of it all," Rung explained, keeping most of the details vague because he wasn't sure just what Blurr did know and he would have rather asked Wing first before saying anything more.

But hopefully it would be enough to give the speedster an idea.

[raceme]

Rung wasn't exactly telling Blurr much, but he was relieved to know that the therapist really knew how to keep things confidential. Blurr looked tired all of sudden and moved to sit on the nearest surface he could find.

"I made his alter ego It was all my fault I DREW on that page I found I don't usually draw or anything but I....I felt an urge to do it and I was wondering how Him Ratchet and Me would look in Cliffjumper's universe be-cau-se he and Soundwave explained me that the autobots there are mean and that my other me caused them trouble."

[rungout]

"You can't blame yourself for what happened, Blurr. I don't know everything surrounding what happened with those pages, the full extent of what they are I mean, but I'm willing to bet that had you had the full choice to, you wouldn't have drawn those pictures," Rung said softly, trying to comfort the other a bit, trying to ease him in some way.

"And whatever chaos was caused by the other you, don't hold that blame either. I'll tell you the same thing I told Wing, that being that was created was not you, but an alter ego from the sounds of it. You had no control over what that being did."

[raceme]

Oh he can, that's the problem. And even if he decided not to do it Whirl wouldn't let him forget. "No, but it doesn't _{change the fact} that I drew those pictures and bad things happened HOW do I fix that?"

Blurr looked up at that last part. "Alter ego...? I didn't thought about it that way."

[rungout]

Rung fell silent for a moment, weighing how he wanted to approach this next bit, optics dimming slightly.

"...There are some things that we can never fix, no matter how hard we try unfortunately. Things happen and the aftermath will forever be there, unchangeable. What we can do, though, is to make up for those wrongs, make up for the things we regret and do our best from that point forward. The bad things that happened are in the past now, Blurr, you have to think of it that way. You have to continue to move forward and keep doing the good I know you're capable of," he said sincerely, a little more light coming back to his optics as he focused more on the speedster.

"You are not that bot that did horrible things, Blurr, and anyone that wants to compare you is just looking for someone to blame when it's not fair to do so."

[raceme]

"I don't know how to fix what I did... _Cheetor's is mad at me because that other ME mocked his abilities ^Albert doesn't trust me anymore and I failed my coworkers... among other things. Saying I'm sorry can't fix that."

That was part got to him, however, and he fidgeted in his seat nervously. "But what if I deserve the blame?"

[rungout]

"All you can do is try your best and keep doing what you do, Blurr, which is help others without hesitation. What I've seen from you is that you are an extremely kind soul, Blurr, and that, in itself, will help you make up for any wrongs that were committed," he replied softly, giving the other a reassuring look because Rung truly believed that the speedster could get past this and settle back into his life.

"You don't, Blurr. I may not have been here for it all but from what I've been told, you don't deserve the blame, Blurr. You didn't know what would happen. Curiosity gets the best of all of us."

[raceme]

Blurr wants nothing else but find a way to get over this. It's hard and it will take time, but he's thinking about Rung's words. "T-thanks Rung. Iwillthinkaboutit...and wait."