[4 million years of war and now this little bit of stability in his life was threatening to fall apart. Everyone telling him violence wasn't a solution but Spinister couldn't see another way out.]
He's not even gonna be scared of this, he's just gonna hack us again until none of us remember each other.
I know what he's doing is wrong. We all do. The best thing for you to do is stay away as much as possible, keep together and take care of each other. Leave him to us, we can sort it out and make sure he can't harm anyone else.
You don't know that. ( She frowns, looking at her own hands where they're clenched together off screen. ) If you give them a reason to think Chromedome was justified in what he was doing - and I want to be wrong, I do - but I don't think anything else is going to matter much.
You look out for your own, after all. It's -- well, I'm sure you understand.
They should have taken action, I know. But he's their crewmate, you can understand the reluctance. Although perhaps your hesitance in that scenario would be owed more to the fact you would be handing them over to the Autobots than a reluctance to see a comrade face justice. ( Nautica, now is not the time. ) Sorry, I just--
( Ramble. )
The Autobots-- they used to work for the Primes, didn't they?
[Spinister tries desperately to keep up with the flow of words but his mind is an anxious mess right now and all he hears is a garbled gibberish until Nautica slows down. He stares helplessly at her for a long moment before quietly answering.]
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