Intently, she watched Aurora's expressions, noticing the little one was holding some emotions back. Whitegrazer really wanted Aurora to confide in her, especially with such feelings she felt towards their enemies. The fire that was beginning to ripple and grow. But she knew she couldn't force Aurora to do that. That was wrong. The only thing she could do was reassure Aurora that she could talk to her. Also, lecturing her over and over about the same lessons over and over again would be tiresome for her.
There are times that teachers should keep silent and observe so far, trusting that their student would do the right thing on their own.
"You don't have to ask for forgiveness when you know you always had it," she replied softly. "Please don't worry about me. It's been tough, no denying it, but I will bounce back, you'll see."
Whitegrazer smiled brightly at the young one, kneeling down to place a hand on Aurora's shoulder and gave a very, very gentle squeeze, "You will bounce back, Aurora. You are strong."
"I can feel your hate, Aurora... I hope someday you can talk to me about it. Or maybe... "
Whitegrazer let go and stood up about to say something when that dull pain reappeared. She let out a mumbled grunt to hold it in. She faced the direction of the pod, trying to straighten herself, but one step forward felt like an anchor, dragging her down back to the ground on her knees. She placed her hand on her chest. Her face etched in agony. Flashes of emotions flooded her spark, images of an explosion gripped her tightly not letting go. Fingers dug into the dirt deeper and deeper as it increased.
Breathe in. Breathe out.
That's what she did to try and ease it, trying to stand up... slowly.
Surrounded in white, the feeling of a warm hand placed on her cheek. Touching her cheek with her own hand, a figure painted before her in black, white, and red becoming a silhoutte of a familar presence.
"Optimus?"
She smiled before she went back down on her knees.
Her hand grasped above her spark. Her optics widened in surprise and looked around, "Optimus?"
No... he was gone just in that split of a second.
"I could--no, can feel him." She said in a very soft tone.
Not like before...but still strong. Just like...just like her master's.
But how? And why was Optimus so agitated?
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"You'll have to excuse me, TyCross," Optimus said with a sarcastic tone and a pinch of aggravation, "I only just got here and already you're pushing my boundaries." He sent him a quick glare, still left in the dark, unaware of what TC was trying to accomplish. Just communication? No, it had to be something more. All that "it's not your time" talk and "it's a surprise, you'll like it." Enough with the riddles! "Her's is ten times worse? Then stop this nonsense!" He didn't want her to feel any more anguish!
"Oh, be quiet. She can handle it. She's an empath, remember? It's what she is born to feel." TyCross sniffed in disgust.
Empaths were supposed to share the pain of others. Of course, others can share their pain onto others. He was proud that his student wasn't one of those. Pain was life, but giving more pain is such a selfish act. Though it was foolish to believe one can take all the pain away, it was worse to believe everyone deserved pain. Bah. Selfish beings.
And bah to Optimus for thinking Whitegrazer couldn't take it. He doesn't understand. No one ever did. No one even tried. Credits, though, for listening.
As Optimus was concentrating, he had widened his optics and nodded in a pleased manner. Good. So his student did teach someone right about meditations. Gooooood... now wait for it.
Whitegrazer had appeared in between them, but TyCross had quickly cut the string before anything can happen. Also, he didn't want his student to know he was here. Even in that second, he felt her: she was concerned yet hopeful. Ah! When wasn't she concerned yet hopeful? She spent her whole life being concerned yet hopeful. As she always told him, someone has to be. Someone has to care. He never always believed that. But she had beat it into him to stop being so apathetic. Beat him. Literally!
"Good, our business is concluded. Now, we need to have a little personal chat."
TyCross looked at Icebreaker who was dumbfounded by the whole events. TyCross cleared his throat at the penguin, "Privacy, please?"
