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[blacksmithed]

Yeah, really big sacrifice you all made, wiping out half the population of Cybertron in one fragging battle, turning our species into a galactic pariah, and cold-constructing soldiers to throw into your war before they could properly boot their systems. I, on the other hand, was exploring, cataloging, and scouting new planets and civilizations, some of which had risen and collapsed before we ever came on the scene. You know, something productive.

Good job avoiding societal collapse by the way; turning your people into a fragmented diaspora with an uninhabitable home planet is the latest craze in building better societies, I hear.

[ Coldly: ]

I'm not going to feel ashamed for choosing a future over being a martyr for a bunch of idealistic idiots and con artists.

You act like you're the only ones who sacrificed anything in your stupid, pointless war but the rest of us lost everything else.

You glitches, Autobot and Decepticon, all think that they had the only true, noble vision for the betterment of Cybertron or the future of the Cybertronian species or whatever. I had people relying on me who were more important to me than your stupid politics and grand plans and we're still here, still alive, and still together when your war is over. Meanwhile, you're all fragged up in the head from killing each other for four million years and fighting over who gets to rule the rubble.

Frag yourself.

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