Clear the Area
by SMYGO4EVA
Breakdown's ventilations were uneven, shaking as he put a servo on the nearest wall. "I'm sorry," he said briskly, shaking his helm. "I didn't think that it would be this bad – sparring does take it out of you, I guess."
"You fought well," Dreadwing replied, a stern assurance in his vocal processor, putting his sword back in its sheath. "Fighting and sparring is what we all can do for now, what we have trained for, to end this conflict once and for all. You did, you survived, and you will continue to do so." As if to emphasize his approval in his compatriot, the Seeker put a servo on one of Breakdown's shoulders.
"To be honest, I didn't think that I had it in me," Breakdown responded, shrugging and let out a huge sigh. "I've had my fair share of losing, but I always fooled myself to think I didn't know anything beyond that."
Dreadwing nodded. "You have a valid point there, but losing is not the same as putting your own spark on the line."
Breakdown looked up at Dreadwing and nodded back to him. "Thanks. For what it's worth, I owe you one."