And now we're here on a standstill
I wonder if you feel
The kind of pain that rips you inside out
That's something I know all about
Shocking ain't it?
Is it because I can't be her
Made your mistakes and make me hurt
I can't fix you
Is it because I can't be her
Make me awake and make me hurt
I can't fix you
🖤🖤🖤
You can only remember so much, and yet so little. You remember... a mech who was your brother. You remember... you two sticking by each other's side during a war along with another femme. You remember... her dying and him blaming you. And finally... you remember having an argument, and him killing you, but saw regret instantly take over his face when he saw what he had done but it was too late; the damage was done. In your final moment, you made a vow... a vow to be there for people who have suffered just like you as everything went dark as your brother's voice muffled as he says to hold on for a little longer and tries calling for help. But he should've known that even if you wanted to, you couldn't, but you didn't want to see him, ever again.
It wasn't truly your fault that Fireflare died in that Decepticon ambush, it was your brother's; it was his idea to go there and didn't make a backup plan if there was an ambush. Every bad thing that happened between you two wasn't ever your fault but his, and every single time, you always suffered from the fall because you loved him and he was your brother. But now... no more!
You then woke up again. But now, instead of your normal, robotic body, you're now this thick, flowing, black liquid that many organics of this planet called ink. Ever since awakening, you've stayed true to your vow, and became a guardian to those who have had somewhat of a terrible life as your past one, but never did you think you would become a guardian who has suffered exactly like you and is also a Cybertronian who is in charge of a rag-tag team of Spacebridge repair bots.