We danced on the seafloor, energon shards slicing through the water like blades.
You cut me then. Savagely. Ferociously. It brought me pain, and yet great pleasure as well.
We fought, and you gained the upper hand. As you forced that shard ever closer to my spark, I couldn't help but see your face. The cold, expressionless face devoid of compassion.
And in a moment of clarity, I understood.
I had already won.
Everything you had ever cared about I had taken from you. You no longer understood kindness, happiness, or fear. You knew only pain and rage. Your anguish mirrored my own. You were now a freak, just like me.
All that remained now was to deal the final blow.
Your eyes register confusion as I release my grip on the energon shard. But it immediately gives way to the anger I know all too well. I laugh as you brutally, viciously plunge the shard into my spark.
By your own will, you have transformed yourself into the very thing you hate.
Me.
I'm sure you expected there to be some sense of accomplishment, a sense of peace. But closure is not to be found so deep beneath the waves. Only the emptiness with which I have become so intimately familiar.
Just before the explosion takes us, I leave you with one final unspoken question.
Who really won this fight, Maximal?