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[metalallcrgy]

What she remembers is this: he wrote poems on her armor, inkless glyphs traced out by gentle claw tips with barely any space between them and punctuated by kisses and quiet smiles. He promised her the world and all the stars and the sun and she believed him when he said i will love you until the stars go out because she had touched the very core of him and the truth of his promises was written there in blinding light. He gives her string and she dyes it red, tying it around their wrists with laughter and a promise to be together forever.

What she remembers is this: betrayal and the taste of ashes on her glossa as the world burns around her. He's writing poems on her armor again, but his claws are not gentle and energon bleeds sluggishly between the lines. Death is not a mercy, and it is not kind.

What she remembers is this: She dies, and war comes.