[His optics flick vaguely in Mirage's direction, still unfocused. Still distant and hurting. Mirage may as well be cloaked right now, for all he looks at him.]
[Those words earn a flicker of something -- recognition, understanding -- but it's quickly drowned out. He can't even begin to process how to feel right now. It hurts too much to really think, let alone empathize.]
[He'd fallen quiet. Still.]
[At least until those last words.]
[Then his head bows, his arms draw up over his head. There's a quiet, distressed keening sound he doesn't seem to be in control of.]
[Let him down. Has he already -- how would he ever know -- he's not ready for -- this can't be happening.]
no subject
[Those words earn a flicker of something -- recognition, understanding -- but it's quickly drowned out. He can't even begin to process how to feel right now. It hurts too much to really think, let alone empathize.]
[He'd fallen quiet. Still.]
[At least until those last words.]
[Then his head bows, his arms draw up over his head. There's a quiet, distressed keening sound he doesn't seem to be in control of.]
[Let him down. Has he already -- how would he ever know -- he's not ready for -- this can't be happening.]
I don't want -- This can't be --