â¤â Ą At his suggestion, Miko tried to seat herself down. He was right about one thing, at leastâ she shouldnât be standing. Carefully she lowered herself to the ground, wincing as she took a seat. It hurt to moveâ hurt to do anything, really.Â
She looked up when he kept talkingâ going on about the way sheâd been hurt. She started to shake, optics going wide at the memory.Â
âI-IâŚ!â
As Miko started to tremble, Nemesis shot forward, his faceplate hovering inches from hers, âDonât do it! Donât you DARE be afraid! Fear is for the weak. Fear is death. Fear will make you a slave, make you able to be hurt again, and again, and again.â them he reached out, and put an unexpectedly personal but firm, servo on her shoulder. âWhen another does such to us, there is only one acceptable reaction: Rage. Rage will give you the strength to go on, rage will give you the will to face your fears, to obliterate them. Tell me; what has happened, then we will talk of vengeance.â










