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[nottabeater]

I... just need to write something down, I guess. Something happened, and I'm not sure... I....

So sad. We all are. Some are mad. Honey's all confused and isn't sure what's going on. Neither am I, really.

Jazz is dead.

Not my sparkmate... the other one. The funny big brother one that I tried so hard to save during the war. And now he's gone.

;_;

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[victormakesart.livejournal.com]

HUG-CLING-ATTACH.

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[nottabeater.livejournal.com]

Bee finally gives in to her impulses and gently picks Victor up, holding her against her chest and silently drawing comfort from her small friend as she cries.

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[victormakesart.livejournal.com]

She wrapped her arms around her as much as she could.

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[nottabeater.livejournal.com]

After a bit she lifts her head, then winces and wipes lubricant off Victor's hat. "Sorry."

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[victormakesart.livejournal.com]

"'S okay, Bee-lady." A solemn nod.

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[nottabeater.livejournal.com]

"It doesn't feel like it'll ever be okay." She gently sets Victor beside her sleeping sparkling and settles onto the floor beside them.

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[victormakesart.livejournal.com]

"I know," she mumbled, sitting cross-legged.

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[nottabeater.livejournal.com]

Bee lays her head on the bed. Her voice is low and staticy as she says, "What if they do it again?"

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[victormakesart.livejournal.com]

She scooted over to kiss her cheek.

"Then you'll figure somethin' out. It'll be okay. Y' got a Nexus full of help."

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[nottabeater.livejournal.com]

"Yeah... people here too." Her hand gently closes over Honey's little one. She's not afraid for herself; she's a soldier. But the thought of something happening to her sparkling scares her stupid.

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[victormakesart.livejournal.com]

She nodded, glancing back and forth between the two. "Maybe y'all oughtta stick in the Ay Vee Field."

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[nottabeater.livejournal.com]

Bee ponders that, then hides her face on the bed. "We'll be alright. We know about the threat now. Prime'll know what to do."