Carmen something or rather

Back at Baes (Base😂😅)

Carmen always sees him in her dreams, Megatron. They weren't really dreams, but... she couldn't call them nightmares. Let's call them... Visions? A little too dramatic for her tastes but pretty accurate. This visions' setting was a train car. His holoform watched her from the retro rainbow cushioned seat across from her. His long hair hung loosely around his face showing off his sharp cheekbones and angular jaw. His dark violet eyes watched her closely, a frown deepening onto his face. She looked past him to the landscape speeding by. A blur of green and blue.
"What happened." His voice was deep, unsure. She turned her attention back to him with a quizzical expression. He motioned to her stomach, and upon looking down Carmen realized why. Blood. She was covered in it.
"Oh." She stated. She traced the hole where the blade plunged into her, her once blue t-shirt a dark tattered mess, now an almost pretty purple. Injuries never showed in this world. She had never seen a mark on him nor had he seen a mark on her. She looked to him and he tore his gaze from the cooling blood pooled in her lap to meet her eyes.
"Am I going to die?" She was taken aback as he actually flinched, fear smashing across his face before his face settled back into its mostly blank self.
"How should I know? A real warrior could withstand worse wounds than that without a second thought." His face almost softened. "You humans are such frail, fragile, weak things." Carmen sat back in her seat, her fingers absentmindedly tracing the ragged outline of her wound.  Fragile. She replayed the word over and over in her head.
"Why, fragile?" His eyes snapped to hers.
"What?" He obviously wasn't expecting the question so Carmen took her opportunity.
"Fragile, you only call me fragile. The others you call weak or useless. But not me." He stared at her, lips slightly apart as if he knew the answer but would not say it. His eyes reading an unanswerable question. He chuckled softly before turning to face the window, fumbling with his coal black leather jacket.
"You read much too far into what I say. Little femme." He gave one last glance at the blood covering her.
"Besides I believe it's time for you to go." She watched the sharp angles of his face slowly fade out of view as her vision started to fade until she was immersed into darkness.