"That doesn't mean your loss is any less than my own."

Optimus readily followed and sat down on the couch next to her, never pulling his fingers away from Elita's own. He gave her hand a brief squeeze.

"Perhaps it could have been either way? When they leave it still hurts, but seeing someone so like the one you know in appearance or tone, who turns out to be entirely different can hurt in it's own way as well."

He managed a light chuckle, despite his own sadness.

"That Magnus was from my own world. Were they terribly different then?"