-Nimbus seems to feel this too, not that it stops him from pushing to his limit-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-Eventually he pulls up atop a cliff-
... It's not fair.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?...
-Transforms from underneath Cloud, placing him on his shoulder-
I just... I don't want you out of my life. I don't want to go back to that status quo we had. I don't... I don't know what my perfect reality looks like. Neither of us do, and I think that's the big problem.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-Rests his arms on his knees-
I keep thinking I have it figured out, but it's never right. I thought if there was just someone that would talk to me, then I'd be happy with just that, but it wasn't enough. I thought, maybe if I was stronger, then that would be it, but that wasn't enough, either. Then I wanted to not have to fight anymore. Then, when we didn't... I wanted to not be afraid of losing it all one day.
Maybe we're just greedy. Or unlucky. Or both.
...
-Wants to say that this would be enough to keep him here-
-But if every day were like today, then today would stop meaning anything too-
-You're lucky he tolerated you this much at all, considering what you put him through-
-What you put a lot of people through-
-Even if they didn't know why-
-Tries to think of anything to say-
-He still hasn't figured out goodbyes-
... If... if something goes wrong with your plan... or— or right, as it were... w... would you come find me?
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?I'd like that.
-Sits down, crossing his legs-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?I don't know. I want to say "go back and rebuild Cybertron" but the truth is... there's only five of us. And maybe a hundred or so others at best scattered across the galaxy, out of contact. I think the point where our species could have recovered was crossed a long, long time ago.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?

-Easily the best ride he's ever had-
-Tearing through the woods with the family he has left, testing his own and Nimbus's reaction times with fresh, smog-free air to breathe that smells like damp and pine trees and soil. It's cold and it stings his lungs and wets his eyes and pulls at his hair-
-It'll have to stop eventually-