The darkness was pretty enticing. It was quiet, and numbing. It would ease the screaming ache in his dented helm, and make him forget about the gaping holes in his chassis that revealed his flickering, debilitated spark. With the darkness, he would no longer feel the gashes on his exposed faceplates, and he'd no longer have to worry about his missing digits.
Memories of torturous interrogation were long gone, processor too fuzzy to recollect them. He was just so.. tired..
He'd feel nothing- and that's what he wanted. Freedom. Eradicon 4N-D13's optics flickered dangerously, but he didn't mind. Suddenly.. a voice rang out, causing his little world to shatter. That voice.. It sounded familiar. Was it Primus, coming to welcome him into the Well? He had to know.
Using some of the last reserves of his strength, the young soldier grunted and turned his helm, forcing his optics to come back online and refocus. It was all a dark, energon smeared blur, but he saw it. Or rather, he saw him.
"Heya.. 41," he choked dazedly, energon trickling at the corners of his lip platings, his ventilation cycles ragged. "Long time.. No see."