It's a rare moment in which Ultra Magnus feels he ought to salute someone. Now really does feel like the time, but he refrains, for now. Hopefully, the sense of respect he has for Vector Prime is emulated well from his words and tone.
"I feel that I owe you more than a mere apology," Magnus admits, his voice a fraction quieter. "You warned me. Though I don't think still I could have killed any of them before they went insane, I should have been more proactive. You fought hard, and paid for it."
The look on his face is grim, far more than typical for someone so serious like Ultra Magnus. He knows what everyone's informed him already: he'd done what he could, he needs to stop blaming himself, stop the guilt.
He can't. He doesn't know when he can stop. Not today. Not tomorrow.
"Is there anything I can do?" Ultra Magnus has never been one to rely on words alone. A mere apology seems like nothing in comparison if he could physically perform an action for someone he felt owed to.
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"I feel that I owe you more than a mere apology," Magnus admits, his voice a fraction quieter. "You warned me. Though I don't think still I could have killed any of them before they went insane, I should have been more proactive. You fought hard, and paid for it."
The look on his face is grim, far more than typical for someone so serious like Ultra Magnus. He knows what everyone's informed him already: he'd done what he could, he needs to stop blaming himself, stop the guilt.
He can't. He doesn't know when he can stop. Not today. Not tomorrow.
"Is there anything I can do?" Ultra Magnus has never been one to rely on words alone. A mere apology seems like nothing in comparison if he could physically perform an action for someone he felt owed to.