If he knew he's stirring up uncomfortable feelings for Soundwave, Zack would be deeply sorry. When he can't control it, yes, he'd inflict the maximum amount of pain on anyone who crosses his path. But in himself, when he's coherent, he's not out to hurt anyone. Right now though, he can't see beyond his own emotional hurt and confusion.
And he seems to be spending a fair amount of time on the ground.
Every word that the mechanoid speaks sounds to Zack like good and wise counsel. How has he not seen this before? He's not stupid or slow. And yes, where there is the capacity for reason and fairness, surely it should be employed?
The soothing contact does actually help, although it breaks his heart that the bloodless metal hand of a mechanical entity is more sympathetic and comforting than anything Zack has experienced. He doesn't yet understand that Soundwave can radiate empathy. Abe may be a god of hell, but his flesh is warm. There should have been comfort to be found there... but now Zack looks back, there seldom was.
“I'm sorry.” He looks up, and tries to scrabble to his feet again. Zack can't bleed. Nothing organic can come out of his body, but strangely, tears can. That might tell people something, if they knew what to look for. “You must think I'm so weak and useless.”
He pulls himself to his feet, meek now. Washed out with all of the emotional gore he's probably been blasting at the empathic mechanoid. “I know you said you're busy, but I want help. And if I can, I'll pay it back. All of it.”
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And he seems to be spending a fair amount of time on the ground.
Every word that the mechanoid speaks sounds to Zack like good and wise counsel. How has he not seen this before? He's not stupid or slow. And yes, where there is the capacity for reason and fairness, surely it should be employed?
The soothing contact does actually help, although it breaks his heart that the bloodless metal hand of a mechanical entity is more sympathetic and comforting than anything Zack has experienced. He doesn't yet understand that Soundwave can radiate empathy. Abe may be a god of hell, but his flesh is warm. There should have been comfort to be found there... but now Zack looks back, there seldom was.
“I'm sorry.” He looks up, and tries to scrabble to his feet again. Zack can't bleed. Nothing organic can come out of his body, but strangely, tears can. That might tell people something, if they knew what to look for. “You must think I'm so weak and useless.”
He pulls himself to his feet, meek now. Washed out with all of the emotional gore he's probably been blasting at the empathic mechanoid. “I know you said you're busy, but I want help. And if I can, I'll pay it back. All of it.”