( Reluctantly Shockwave tears his gaze from Optimus back up to the sky, optics focusing in on the group of stars he's referring to. He can't see it as scales anymore than he could see an organic animal out of the last one, but he'll take Optimus' word for it.
He's far too wrapped up in this - the physical closeness he'd never had with Orion, although he'd certainly desired it - to care overmuch what humans think scales look like. Instead his mind is mostly focused on the weight of Optimus' helm in his lap and the feeling of his plating under his hand, the slight rise of the faction symbol pressed against Shockwave's palm. )
And what do they weigh?
( For a moment he thinks they judge good deeds against those that harm, and Shockwave finds himself thankful that their race has such long lives in which to make amends. )
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He's far too wrapped up in this - the physical closeness he'd never had with Orion, although he'd certainly desired it - to care overmuch what humans think scales look like. Instead his mind is mostly focused on the weight of Optimus' helm in his lap and the feeling of his plating under his hand, the slight rise of the faction symbol pressed against Shockwave's palm. )
And what do they weigh?
( For a moment he thinks they judge good deeds against those that harm, and Shockwave finds himself thankful that their race has such long lives in which to make amends. )