Having not realised Scourge was conscious enough to speak, Galvatron jumps when the tracker protests, and snatches his hand back. "What in the-? Scourge?"
And while there's an initial flash of reflexive anger in his optics, it's followed almost at once by a look of sickened understanding. This is something he's never faced before - his own triadmates would never do anything to resist his touch, no matter who or what had hurt them - but given what he's seen of Void and what he's heard already, he's not so slow on the uptake as to miss what's going on.
And, acting on instinct, he uses what he's become to reach across a barrier grown far too high for mere words - free-spark to spark still incarnate, his hands letting Scourge go but his presence brushing lightly, coaxingly across Scourge's awareness, inviting and reassuring and a world away from the corrupted horror of Void's mental presence: I am me, this cannot be faked, trust me...!
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Date: 2007-01-12 03:18 am (UTC)And while there's an initial flash of reflexive anger in his optics, it's followed almost at once by a look of sickened understanding. This is something he's never faced before - his own triadmates would never do anything to resist his touch, no matter who or what had hurt them - but given what he's seen of Void and what he's heard already, he's not so slow on the uptake as to miss what's going on.
And, acting on instinct, he uses what he's become to reach across a barrier grown far too high for mere words - free-spark to spark still incarnate, his hands letting Scourge go but his presence brushing lightly, coaxingly across Scourge's awareness, inviting and reassuring and a world away from the corrupted horror of Void's mental presence: I am me, this cannot be faked, trust me...!