"...M'gonna have to. Just so Blurr's got an idea of what to expect. What to say to people if they ask about him. I can't... give away everything, but--"

Soundwave places his hand over his own chest, wincing to himself as he remembers tendrils shoving their way into his chassis. Prism's hands, a tentacle around his ember chamber--

He tries to not lose himself in that.

"Just a little."