"Redemption is not perfection. The redeemed must realize their imperfections."
—John Piper
The libraries were extensive, more so than the Cybertronian had expected. It was good, in a way, this extensiveness. The Prime stood or sat according to his whim, and read through reams of history. Records, events, notable people. It all had shaped this land he now found himself in, this land called Rhydin. It was a fluid land, one whose fluidity puzzled the Prime. At times during his reading, the former archivist occasionally touched random points in the air as if he could feel the flimsy boundary that made this world so transient. In the back of his head, the Prime had the thought that this very transience could send him home. Back to Omega One. Back to his team. And eventually, back to Cybertron.
Optimus left the library complexes in silence. With barely the echo of an engine, he left to first procure an energon cube. It was fuel, life-blood, currency. It was everything to a Cybertronian and while the Prime would never admit it openly, he enjoyed it. It tasted good, simple as that.
...all are One.
The whisper was always there, tickling the back of his mind. It had been since the Matrix had been granted to him. It had been present on Cybertron, on Earth. Now it was present here. He finished his cube and left again, going seemingly nowhere. This time, the Prime didn't drive. He chose to walk, taking care to moderate his step. Stepping lightly had been a necessity, one that was becoming second nature to the titan among men.
'Til all are One
In the warm night air, Optimus Prime stood on a cliff's edge, experimentally fingering the air around him. His hand curled around some spot in the air that felt...different. Thick, somehow, as if the air contained something within it. This grasp of air sent a minor chill through him, for in the span of time it takes to blink an optic, the Prime felt an unbearable wash of pain followed by a fading sense of peace.
To no one in particular, he whispered. "I am here."
The libraries were extensive, more so than the Cybertronian had expected. It was good, in a way, this extensiveness. The Prime stood or sat according to his whim, and read through reams of history. Records, events, notable people. It all had shaped this land he now found himself in, this land called Rhydin. It was a fluid land, one whose fluidity puzzled the Prime. At times during his reading, the former archivist occasionally touched random points in the air as if he could feel the flimsy boundary that made this world so transient. In the back of his head, the Prime had the thought that this very transience could send him home. Back to Omega One. Back to his team. And eventually, back to Cybertron.
Optimus left the library complexes in silence. With barely the echo of an engine, he left to first procure an energon cube. It was fuel, life-blood, currency. It was everything to a Cybertronian and while the Prime would never admit it openly, he enjoyed it. It tasted good, simple as that.
...all are One.
The whisper was always there, tickling the back of his mind. It had been since the Matrix had been granted to him. It had been present on Cybertron, on Earth. Now it was present here. He finished his cube and left again, going seemingly nowhere. This time, the Prime didn't drive. He chose to walk, taking care to moderate his step. Stepping lightly had been a necessity, one that was becoming second nature to the titan among men.
'Til all are One
In the warm night air, Optimus Prime stood on a cliff's edge, experimentally fingering the air around him. His hand curled around some spot in the air that felt...different. Thick, somehow, as if the air contained something within it. This grasp of air sent a minor chill through him, for in the span of time it takes to blink an optic, the Prime felt an unbearable wash of pain followed by a fading sense of peace.
To no one in particular, he whispered. "I am here."