Regrets

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WRONG. Everything had gone wrong. And she'd found herself rotting in another stockade cell. How could she be so foolish. Foolish is always the one who wears the faults crown. She really was a fool of grand proportions, she always had been. At the servo of Megatron she'd always been down at the bottom. She'd been such a fool to believe anything would be different. She sat within her cell, staring at the ground with an empty look of forgetting. Her wings hung low, had she really given up? She had. What was the use? All this fighting to simply land herself a one way ticket to the greeting end of a spark extractor.

She'd never know the glory of battle, or the spoils of war, or anything good. She'd never see that little ninja again either. Her darling autobot. The one whom she'd pledged her life to. She truly was a fool. Not just her, but xem as well. Xe believed she could change, that she could be a better bot. She as a Decepticon for sparks sake! She couldn't change, it was impossible. Yet... she couldn't help but admire xir determination yo her her, to provide that loving servo she so desperately needed. That little ninja... that autobot.. xe really saw good in her where she nor anyone else did. It was odd, but all those cyberninjas were.

Thinking of the relationships she had her processor was brought back to those twins. The ones who were made with her code. Her.... children if you will. They were her own, even if she did not enjoy the thought. She'd never see them again. Those twin... those twins. She just couldn't stop thinking of them. That need to protect was there. Damned carrier programing. She'd never see any of them. Not her little ninja, not the twins, nobody. Xe were the only one who believed in her, and now? Well now xe would never know how much she truly loved xem.

She could feel the emotions welling up, trying to spill. She couldn't let that happen. She was a Decepticon. Decepticons don't cry, they do not feel sad. She was such a disgrace, Megatron would always say. Such a weasel and failure, he'd scowl and snarl.

She put her helm in her servos, and cried....

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