My dear Optimus Prime ( And while he might have been cooly logical before, his tone is a rumble of fondness and good humor. Gone are the years where nothing causes him to feel - banished into the past. Shockwave is haunted by them, but they are not him anymore. ) knowing and understanding are two different things. I can know a great deal about you and yet fail to understand any of it, not even after four million years.
( Leaning forward, Shockwave once again resumes his tender touches of Optimus' helm - this time sliding from the antennae to the helm proper - tracing the lines with the same level of tenderness. )
All of the things I couldn't understand, they're all what made choosing you the wisest thing I've ever done.
( Everything had gone wrong in his plans, so quickly unmade by the choice to save a life. But the Matrix chamber within Optimus was the correct thing to have done, to fix him for. No one else could have done what he did, and Shockwave hates to think of a world where it was not Optimus who let the Autobots but someone else. Someone lesser. )
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( Leaning forward, Shockwave once again resumes his tender touches of Optimus' helm - this time sliding from the antennae to the helm proper - tracing the lines with the same level of tenderness. )
All of the things I couldn't understand, they're all what made choosing you the wisest thing I've ever done.
( Everything had gone wrong in his plans, so quickly unmade by the choice to save a life. But the Matrix chamber within Optimus was the correct thing to have done, to fix him for. No one else could have done what he did, and Shockwave hates to think of a world where it was not Optimus who let the Autobots but someone else. Someone lesser. )