Obediently, Zack waits a moment and is amazed as the mechanical entity alters its - his - size. He gapes a little, and reaches out a hand to touch. This is much easier. The mechanoid is tall, but it makes Zack feel a little less like he needs to be careful not to get trodden on.
He hasn't forgotten the initial question but pays attention while Soundwave continues. “I don't get civilisation,” Zack is forced to confess. “My home's a hellscape, a wasteland. Nothing in the cosmos is fair and I always thought.. was told that it's best just accepted.”
He struggles with it a bit more. “But if it's possible for people to get shelter, knowledge and healing, and food; I don't see why they shouldn't have it.”
A lot of what Soundwave says about sapience and his conjunx (which Zack assumes means 'mate') strikes a chord with Zack's own life. He's poorly educated, where his brother is smart and knows so much about the workings of the multiverse. His food is restricted, so he's often in a state of stress.
He now can't help wondering why Abdiron would do that to his own brother, when this mechanoid wants only the best for people he doesn't even know. It hits him in the chest like he's just run straight at a spike and impaled himself. Zack tugs at his hair, and whines, then he bends almost double, makes a fist and hits himself hard in the chest. He looks up at Soundwave like an animal in pain.
“Can they feel?” he almost sobs. “Can they get happy or angry or think their heart's gonna explode? You asked how I'm compelled. It's both. If I refuse, I get all hell for it, and worse, and I can't even refuse for long. It hurts too much. I'm sucked to a planet already in its death throes, and what I unleash is too awful and too complicated for words!”
Zack struggles to breathe, and crumples to the ground. It's as much as he can do to turn slightly and prop himself up with his arms. “All that stuff you said is my life. And now you tell me I have the right to riot.”
He has no frame of reference. No way of knowing how to deal with this.
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He hasn't forgotten the initial question but pays attention while Soundwave continues. “I don't get civilisation,” Zack is forced to confess. “My home's a hellscape, a wasteland. Nothing in the cosmos is fair and I always thought.. was told that it's best just accepted.”
He struggles with it a bit more. “But if it's possible for people to get shelter, knowledge and healing, and food; I don't see why they shouldn't have it.”
A lot of what Soundwave says about sapience and his conjunx (which Zack assumes means 'mate') strikes a chord with Zack's own life. He's poorly educated, where his brother is smart and knows so much about the workings of the multiverse. His food is restricted, so he's often in a state of stress.
He now can't help wondering why Abdiron would do that to his own brother, when this mechanoid wants only the best for people he doesn't even know. It hits him in the chest like he's just run straight at a spike and impaled himself. Zack tugs at his hair, and whines, then he bends almost double, makes a fist and hits himself hard in the chest. He looks up at Soundwave like an animal in pain.
“Can they feel?” he almost sobs. “Can they get happy or angry or think their heart's gonna explode? You asked how I'm compelled. It's both. If I refuse, I get all hell for it, and worse, and I can't even refuse for long. It hurts too much. I'm sucked to a planet already in its death throes, and what I unleash is too awful and too complicated for words!”
Zack struggles to breathe, and crumples to the ground. It's as much as he can do to turn slightly and prop himself up with his arms. “All that stuff you said is my life. And now you tell me I have the right to riot.”
He has no frame of reference. No way of knowing how to deal with this.
[ooc: Whew, okay. so that happened...]