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Scars.
They suck.
Bee has all kinds of scars. Scars from battle, scars from accidents, scars from different situations. He didn’t hate those scars, no. No, he hated the scar on his neck.
It reminded him of when his life was almost taken from him. When he lost the ability to do what he loved most.
Speak.
Megatron took it from him. Bee still thought about it occasionally. The Terrans always asked what it was from. Bee had no problem telling them about the other ones but…this was different. He didn't want to tarnish Megatron's reputation with them.
Sometimes he panicked when his voice box glitches. It sometimes scared the Terrans, seeing him so spooked like that. But it brought back flashbacks. Sometimes he even had nightmares about it.
Looking in the mirror, he hated seeing it. It was disgusting. It made him feel weak. It reminded him of how easy it was for Megatron to overpower him.
His wings lowered, balling his servos tightly into fists. It was horrible. It was awful. It was-
“Bee…”
His conjunx brought him out of his depressing thoughts, wrapping his arms around Bee’s waist.
“I…I'm sorry.”
“Don't apologize. I know how much it hurts you.”
Breakdown laid his chin on Bee's shoulder, leaning their helms together.
Bee took a deep breath, leaning his helm against Breakdown’s as well.
“It's not okay. I-...I should be over it by now. The wounds already healed…so should I.”
“No. You heal on your own time. You shouldn't feel like this, it's your scar, not anyone else's.
“I guess…I guess you're right.”
Bee sighed.
“I'm always right.”
Breakdown smirked.
“You're pushing it.”