[His face wars between anger, confusion, and utter uncertainty. Why is he doing this? Why--]
[Somewhere along the lines, the anger vanishes. The tension in his posture is no longer due to rage, or irritation. He looks, while Mirage speaks, as if the ground has been pulled out from under him.]
[And in a way, he has.]
You're... [You're joking, right?]
[It's less of a question, and more of a plea. Because that isn't possible. A Prime wouldn't -- an Autobot wouldn't do that.]
no subject
[His face wars between anger, confusion, and utter uncertainty. Why is he doing this? Why--]
[Somewhere along the lines, the anger vanishes. The tension in his posture is no longer due to rage, or irritation. He looks, while Mirage speaks, as if the ground has been pulled out from under him.]
[And in a way, he has.]
You're... [You're joking, right?]
[It's less of a question, and more of a plea. Because that isn't possible. A Prime wouldn't -- an Autobot wouldn't do that.]
What are you saying?