Velocity hiccuped out another stuttery burst of static when Moonracer appeared out of nothing and gathered her up in a hug. Her knees gave out and Velocity sagged, dragging them both down to the floor. Her lower, newer pair of arms clapped back over her mouth and she shuddered in Moony's arms. "I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry, you shouldn't have to-" She whispered in an agony. She was bothering Moony and Rung and everyone she was making her choices their problems and had done so much worse, too. All of the blood he'd spill was on her hands too, she'd agreed to it, she-

she'd chosen this she's chosen this she'd chosen this

"I want him back, I- I need M-Megatron, he-" Velocity said in the smallest, glitchy whisper that faded into a purely mechanical noise of misery, clinging on to Moony.

She lifted pale optics to look between them both. She had only ever had Nautica before arriving on the R2. She'd never experienced the war firsthand, never been abandoned by anyone. This was her first true firsthand experience with loss, and it made her spark lurch in her chest. It was overwhelming, strangling. "H-he helped me, he always helped, he made it better he told me wh-what to do to fix it and said he liked me that I was one of his favorites, he-"

She drew shaking legs up to her chest and started to rock again. "I'm sorry..."