He sighs, the noise rife with malcontent. His flights panels shift uncomfortably. There's so much in this that creates conflict in him. Legal issues he's trying to hard to uphold even if he only partially believes them, the personal reasons for doing so which further cloud the issue.
And of course, the knowledge that if he gives in because he values and respects choice, that he's sending a loved one to die, which doesn't feel like love at all, just cowardly surrender.
He's never before had to choose between love and the preservation of life. And he never wants to again.
"I still don't understand why we can try and come at this as a team. Make a plan. Increase the chances of success." He tucks his flight panels to keep them from rattling. "You seem more focused on the doing of this than the success of it."
Wing isn't willing to let go, if anything he grips Drift's hand more firmly. His head ducks. "I only just figured it out, this past week. With Jetfire's help, when we were going over my cockpit reconfiguration." He looks up, pleadingly, because he feels like it's an invasion of a sort, that this exists without Drift's consent. "I'm sorry."
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And of course, the knowledge that if he gives in because he values and respects choice, that he's sending a loved one to die, which doesn't feel like love at all, just cowardly surrender.
He's never before had to choose between love and the preservation of life. And he never wants to again.
"I still don't understand why we can try and come at this as a team. Make a plan. Increase the chances of success." He tucks his flight panels to keep them from rattling. "You seem more focused on the doing of this than the success of it."
Wing isn't willing to let go, if anything he grips Drift's hand more firmly. His head ducks. "I only just figured it out, this past week. With Jetfire's help, when we were going over my cockpit reconfiguration." He looks up, pleadingly, because he feels like it's an invasion of a sort, that this exists without Drift's consent. "I'm sorry."