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This is Hashtag! Sorry you missed me. Drop me a line--[There's a soft giggle there and whispered "I can't believe I got to say that..."]--and I'll get back to you.

Ciao!

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[hashtaggayrobots]

She's glad that they seem to understand each other, that Megatron is listening to what she says and is taking it seriously. That he understands how much it means to her that he make things right with Wheeljack as best as he can. Wheeljack probably won't want to hear it, but he does serve an apology.

"Oh, I know," she says. "I mean, about Orion Pax, anyway. Optimus told us his original name when he showed us the matrix."

Which has not happened yet, but maybe she never should have said that.

[disastertron]

"Is that a fact?" Megatron said in a different tone than he had before, almost sharp. Almost instantly, though, he reached for his smile and found it. "I apologize. That came out wrong. I simply... find it unusual that he would show you the matrix. I myself have only seen it less than a handful of times since it was given to him."

And I would prefer it to stay that way, he thought but didn't say.

"When did this happen? I do not recall such a thing happening back on Earth, unless Optimus did not see fit to tell me of it."

[hashtaggayrobots]

"Oh right...that...uh...yeah!"

This is when she realized she messed up. Because he has known that she has memories he doesn't. He had only just met them after all in his time. But she had been able to get away with him not asking questions up until now. And maybe before now she wouldn't have minded telling him things...except. Except.

How long can she say things before saying the wrong thing?

"I mean, Optimus brought up to the HQ so they could study the cybersleeves and he showed us the Matrix because it's like the Emberstone, right? Another artefact made by the original Primes."

[disastertron]

Megatron's optics grew brighter with several emotions that he did his best to bury, and bury fast. No need to burden Hashtag with them. All the same, his expression soured slightly at the mention of the original primes, but he waved that off. "He brought you to GHOST? Deliberately?" He heaved out a deep vent and shook his head. "I can only hope that doing so yielded useful information. What did you learn?"

He let his words remain there in the air between them for a moment, before he raised a hand, his expression easing into a slight smile. "Peace, Hashtag. You do not need to tell me. Consider this a bit of improvisational life training. Conversations like this while you're young can help prepare you for what to say, in order to build boundaries for your own comfort and safety. In the future, if you aren't comfortable talking with me or anyone about a subject, say as much. Or message someone you trust, who would be able to help you."