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Saw @oneshallstand​ do this and decided to give it a go myself-

Is it me

By and large, across the board, those without emotional reasoning solved the puzzles incorrectly time and time again, proving in an odd sort of way that even when going about a problem in a manner you may consider logical, we are also using emotional rationalization to make determinations.

That being said, it’s a fine time to remind everyone that my inability to outwardly project how I’m feeling - while admittedly useful at times - is not a boon, and it also does not mean I’m emotionless. It was, in fact, the result of months of... well. An extended “stay” in Shockwave’s care. I’ve dealt with comments of my “drone-like” behavior since my rescue, and I despise being referred to as emotionless or a VI or anything else of the sort. This cut-off from being able to emote has been disastrous in dealing with my teammates.

The fact is, I still can feel emotions, quite strongly. I simply lack the ability to outwardly emote.

In short: oh certainly, if there's one thing I would intentionally do again it's attempt to block off my emotional core, thus crippling my own battle computer and tactical runtimes. Great time for everyone. Like a party. Woo.

“That isn’t the worst thing they could be discussing.“

Who is taking these pictures.

“Unless you’re flexible enough for the same route, no.” And it was doubtful without some of the mods Jazz himself had gone through to get that flexibility. “Lucky for you, there’s already a plan for escape.”

His wrist port snapped closed again and Jazz turned, pointing. “The feeds are looped as I said, and the drones have been reprogrammed for this block. I assume you know Shockwave’s pattern by now, given how long you’ve been here.”

It wasn’t a question so much as a statement of fact, taken on faith of Prowl’s ability and intellect.

“Give me a klik to go through the data and I’ll have something.” Jazz reached into subspace, producing a few weapons and passing them to Prowl. Not the ones he’d been possession of when he’d been captured, but same model so he’d at least know how to use them.

Prowl lets out a soft noise as he accepts the weapons, expression distant but still focused. Out of all of the outcomes he had worked through for his situation trapped here by Shockwave, this was not among the highest possibilities, but it was certainly high enough to not be ruled out. And, either way, he was grateful for his companion’s appearance.

“I have been observing him closely whenever I have the opportunity. He has attempted to stagger our... talks, here and there, to give the illusion of random encounters, but there is a clear and set pattern. He and I are too much alike... it’s easily observable, and easily exploitable. We have at least half a joor before his next rounds. If we move now, we should be able to make some decent headway before he notices I’ve gone missing.”

He’s hurt, and desperately undercharged. But that’s nothing new for a couple of soldiers. So he pushes himself to his feet, turning a faint nod on the saboteur.

For the younger, less experienced alternate Prowl, showing emotion could be a difficult task. A situation like this, however… this was an exception. For the first time in a long time, the young mech’s doorwings actually shot up in alarm and he made a startled sound, weaving a bit when his dimensional double wandered off. He even looked completely stunned.

“‘Cause you love me.”