Retrokill: Yes... she is kind of ignorant... but remember, she is bewildered about the fact that she has a mission to do that she thinks she didn't sign up for. She also thinks herself as glitching... (break the odds... she'll have to find it out herself. No body also knows what Primus looks like on Cybertron. History was lost... maybe ;))
"Thank you! Thank you so much! I want to ask for forgiveness for the way I have acted and spoke! I was just so… you know? This is processor-wrecking and the pressure that had build up… from me glitching to this big revelations and those fallen mechs and femmes… oh Primus, I'm rambling again, aren't I? Sorry…" I embarrassingly stopped before I could blurt out something I would regret. He just smiled down at me and petted my helm, sending me a wave of comfort and ease. Um… now I realize that he has a weird way of sending emotions.
"It is fine, sweetspark… You are free to open up to me. After all, we are going to do this task of yours together… and might I add… who told you that you have glitched? You certainly, for once are not glitched as you deem yourself to be. For me, you are perfect the way you are." I can't help feel my mouth plates shift into a smile as he added that last sentence. For a big old 'bot he is, he was sweet! I can't help giggle at him.
"Well… let me repeat our meeting, sir. My designation is Nimbus. I'm glad to have met you." I smiled at him and bowed. He blinked at me when I straighten again making me wonder what was wrong.
"Where did you learn to bow when greeting others,sweetspark?" I tilted my head again and tried to process his words. Is it not common to bow? Oh! I thought. I… I don't know… why do I bow? Have my system relapsed? Isn't it formal to greet others by bowing?
Before I could answer or ask, he stopped me by petting my helm. "Don't mind the question..." He smiled again. "It's fine. Just continue... It is what you have been accustomed to. I won't restrain you. Now… for my greetings…It is nice to meet you again, sweetspark. My designation…" He paused for a klik before he continued. It made me curious as to why someone would stop to think in order to give his designation.
I thought for a klik too. Maybe he had a problem like mine! That's it... I wonder if all the 'bots we would meet would have the same problem. I could only hope not because this situation is frustrating.
"… Paramount. I'm glad to be of service to you." He finished. I stared at his face as I felt as his frame rumble. He was stopping hisself from laughing. I blink... what?
Suddenly, he pressed his free servo above his chest plates and bowed. I think the bow was an addition to his movements judging from the stiff shift of his plates but I didn't mind. All is free to move here. And the big old mech reminds me more of someone familiar, but still… I don't remember who.
I eyed his gold and silver frame as in glint in the dim light of the room. He seems brighter than before now that I have spoken to him but I could help look at the gleam in his optics that had reverted to emotions opposite when I had first seen him.
I smiled. What is the purpose of my life? I heard another voice in my processor. I blink in confusion...
Is that a question...
...for me?