Everyone liked Heimdall. Even me, and I fought with him bitterly more than once.
Sometimes, the people I love understand, at least from the outside in, or through their own experiences. Ian studies chaos. Harley dances in meditation. Megatron is a poet. I would pity anyone who truly has no contact with the infinite. But there is a difference between touching it for a moment with the tip of a finger, and feeling it rush through your body like the blood in your veins. I would not be myself if I were closed to the cosmos forever.
Perhaps sometime we could...'compare notes' sounds inadequate, but I would be honored to show you how I reach for the sacred, and what I do when It reaches back.
You know how it works because it operates on the same level as dream logic. There is an element of inherent irrationality, but there is also a pattern in the chaos, and that pattern is beautiful and terrifying. You know how it works because you are a part of that pattern.
We do love a pair of idiots, but I'm afraid we are also a pair of idiots, if in a different form. It's all right. You can tell me whatever you wish, and I will hold it as sacred as I would if a follower needed me as a confessional. We can be that much for one another.
[He assumes, when the texts trail off, that Soundwave needed a break from the emotions of the conversation, and opted to give him space, and not to worry. He's just getting up in the morning and making breakfast for the children when the next words appear on the screen of his PINpoint, and doesn't try to read them until all four little ones are safely eating their oatmeal.
He cannot quite grasp through text what Soundwave is trying to tell him, and it's too important to guess at, but he's relieved they've had the vital conversation at least.]
I want to understand, but this may not be the right medium. It sounds as though I should be happy for you, and I am.
Would you like to talk, either or both of you? The children are at breakfast but I can meet you in an hour or so, if you wish.
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Sometimes, the people I love understand, at least from the outside in, or through their own experiences. Ian studies chaos. Harley dances in meditation. Megatron is a poet. I would pity anyone who truly has no contact with the infinite. But there is a difference between touching it for a moment with the tip of a finger, and feeling it rush through your body like the blood in your veins. I would not be myself if I were closed to the cosmos forever.
Perhaps sometime we could...'compare notes' sounds inadequate, but I would be honored to show you how I reach for the sacred, and what I do when It reaches back.
You know how it works because it operates on the same level as dream logic. There is an element of inherent irrationality, but there is also a pattern in the chaos, and that pattern is beautiful and terrifying. You know how it works because you are a part of that pattern.
We do love a pair of idiots, but I'm afraid we are also a pair of idiots, if in a different form. It's all right. You can tell me whatever you wish, and I will hold it as sacred as I would if a follower needed me as a confessional. We can be that much for one another.
[He assumes, when the texts trail off, that Soundwave needed a break from the emotions of the conversation, and opted to give him space, and not to worry. He's just getting up in the morning and making breakfast for the children when the next words appear on the screen of his PINpoint, and doesn't try to read them until all four little ones are safely eating their oatmeal.
He cannot quite grasp through text what Soundwave is trying to tell him, and it's too important to guess at, but he's relieved they've had the vital conversation at least.]
I want to understand, but this may not be the right medium. It sounds as though I should be happy for you, and I am.
Would you like to talk, either or both of you? The children are at breakfast but I can meet you in an hour or so, if you wish.
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Is Megatron there? He isn't with us.
I didn't know the god of mischief heard confessions.