Luna had been wrong, so, so wrong. She had thought that the whole hologram program would be fun for everyone to have. But she had been wrong on that statement. Luna had no idea about this thing the humans call hell, but what she had heard about that place, this has to be it, pure utterly hell.

Why? Because instead to have fun with the new program and interact with the humans, they did that too, but her beloved creator saw it fit to start training her in the art of defending herself and using weapons correctly. It was fun to a start; she liked to learn new things, she wanted to tinker with stuff and keep both her hands and mind occupied and this way she could avoid anything that had with her mental condition to do. But one day became two, and then it started like a schedule for almost every bot that had something for her to learn, try, and do that. All in a short amount of time, even her carrier had seen it fit to start teaching her about their anatomy and the basics in that.

Why would she even want to learn that right now? She wanted to play! To have fun! not this. Luna groaned as she was flipped once again down on the hot sand that was beneath her back structure. She could feel everything that hurt in her frame and her processor was not helpful to once again tell her all the problems that had come up and not in the most pleasant way either as it pounded in her helm. She could even go so far as to say that this kind of pain was even worse than her growth spurt; she was getting used to that kind of pain. This one? She had this strictly training for days now to almost over a month.

Not so much.

" Get up" Ironhide grumbled and stood over the youngling with the sun on his back. The weapon specialist was using his humanoid form and was a 6,4 feet titan with muscles made out of steel. Something that Luna had earlier felt very clearly, she hid her face in her arm, no, she did not want to get up again only to be knocked down. Again and Again.

~No~ Luna could not take it anymore. She did not want to get up only to be thrown back down again; why would she have to do this?. The war had been won, the Decepticons was laying low, and the missions that had gone out had been almost too successfully, but victories none the less. So why would she willingly put herself through this only to earning more pain in her already poor abused frame. She was tired as it was already.

"I will not repeat myself Youngling, Get. Up. Now!" Ironhide ordered his creation that was laying down slaking off when she should be trying to attack him, or avoid his hits.

~No, I don't want to Sire, place no more today~ Luna said in a more desperate tone, she did not believe that she could take this anymore. Her helm hurt like if Wheeljack had put one of his considerable gigantic bombs in it and it had started to hurt.

But that answer was not what Ironhide had wanted to hear from her, and without any more warning, he grabbed her legs and without any problems, lifted her straight up in it, turning her world up's and down. Luna screamed echoing over the beach in pure surprise and in fear of hanging up and down in her feet with her head just a few inches from the sand.

~No, Sire! Put me down!~she Cried over the bond and let her arms stand down in the sand and tried to glare at her father as good as she could in this regard. Without any success.

"You will listen to me when I say something to youngling! not ignoring that or complain about it like a little sparkling."

~Put me down!~Luna Screamed over the bond and tried to kick him off but the incredible strength he had in his bi-mode, well it was converted into the humanoid, making it ridiculous strong. Luna lashed out with her arm to hit his leg. Ironhide grunted, not that it had hurt, but he had already made his point clear. With a surprised gasp, Luna collapsed back in the sand again and let her air intake cool down her hot frame as she was getting on the right track again. Luna couldn't help the anger that suddenly started to grow within her., Her frame was shaking as she clenched her jaw shut. Her piercing blue optics glared at her creator, and she could feel her spark rate rattle high.

"Sunstreaker," Ironhide said to the yellow front liner that had stood by the sideline and was now staring at the black mech. How had he been roped into doing this? The yellow twin vented out and transformed grumbled; he wanted the youngling to have the best training so that she was not this perfect little target on the battlefield. Because if any of them had learned anything over the course of millennia's, it was that the Decepticons was like the human cockroach, small, irritating, and hard to terminate. Ironhide stood at the sideline as Sunny activated the primus awful holoform program and went out of his car mode.

"Get up Luna, and let's try again," Sunstreaker told the whit youngling in front of him that ignored him, and he huffed. "You have to use your small frame to your advantage; you will never be able to beat any of us with pure strength; you are too young for that. Try to find openings." he continued to try and teach the sparkling. Something that he did not do a lot, but then again, he had been doing that a lot lately.

"Are you even listening to me?"

:: Yes, it just talked me a while to process so much stupid all at once:: the sparkling grunted out as she clenched her fist hard in the sand.

Sunstreakers optic took on a whiter color, and with a low snarl, he stalked up to her and with a hard tug on her scuff, he dragged her up on her feet's. Luna yelped and gripped his arm and stared at the yellow twin that now glared fiercely at her. He pushed her away from him with a harsh shove.

"Get going!" he said as she started to stalk tower her and without any warning was the first one to throw the first blow, and Luna barely avoided it by throwing herself to the side. First her Sire and now Sunny, everything was so going down to hell today. Luna tried to avoid getting beaten up by her friend, but her reaction time was not good at all, and she ended up with his feet, crashing into her side. Throwing her harshly back down into the sand. She vented out hard as she did; her fans were roaring in her frame to try and chill down her frame. Luna's hands squeezed into a fist as she panted harshly. Why? Why were they doing this to her? She did not want to do this anymore, suddenly a desperate need to get away started to form inside of her. A feeling she had started to relies was related to her condition.

"If you´re so mad, why don't you use your anger? Beat me at least once" Sunny taunted her as he saw how her whole frame shuddered in suppressed feelings, good. She needed to begin and take this seriously.

:: No::

"Not an option."

:: What do you want me to say?::

"Nothing, I want you to do something, come at me."

:: But I don't want to! I don't want to fight anymore; I don't want to do any of this:: Luna cried with desperation, why could they not listen?

" Quit whining, all you do is whine right now, take action and do something about it "

Luna looked up at him devastated; she did not need to hear about this now; she could not handle it. Her frame started to shake more, and there was this tightening feeling in her chest like everything was being pressed down. She had to get away from here.

:: Don't you see that I'm trying the best I can?::

"No, I don't. Like you are now I could fragging kill; you know that right? like a twig" Sunstreaker continued and let his cold optics drill into hers "Never stay down too long Luna, that will be your last mistake if you do, move, do anything but don't stay still."

Kill her, offline, dead, gone, yes he could easily crush her here and now but it already felt like it was the only thing they both were doing right now. They push her down in this thing they call training, and she didn't know why she really tries to do as best she can. But it was so painful. They were warriors in an ongoing war, and she? What was she all about? Could she even make a difference? Does she even want to do that?. If there was one thing that had been clear for the young cybetronian, it was that she did not want to kill anyone because dying was painful. And she did not want to inflict that on anyone. But to hear the yellow twins harsh word, one of them she cares the most for. For better words, it hurt. Really hurt her deep down.

:: Is this really how little you think of me?:: she asked low and a little bit dejected voice, she could not do this anymore. As soon as Luna had got up to her feet's, she started to run away from there, leaving a shocked Sunstreaker and Ironhide that was calling her name. Luna slammed the bond shot and turned off their communication channels. She needed to getaway. She did not stop or slowed down before she came to the runway, and even then, she kept ongoing. Spark beating like crazy inside her chassis and thoughts that were everywhere; the last thing she had wanted to get thrown in her face was that she was an easy target to kill. Did they think that she had forgotten what had happen not so long ago? Did they all believe that she did not remember the damn event that was playing in her mind almost every time she closed her optics. She had come to that acceptance that she was an obstacle to them, a weak point that could make them lose a battle. Didn't they think she didn't know about this? Why do they think she has even tried as much as she could in the last few days, but they only raise and raise the impossibly high bar, and it was now so high up that she could not even reach it if she jumped as best she could. She had to get away from them; she did not want to be near any of her family as it was right now.

"Are you lost, Princess?" Jazz asked her in amusement as the youngling came literary stomping his way without even noticing that he was there. She looked really out of place. Jazz optics narrowed a little as he zoomed in on her, and he could clearly see the marks after her training session and also how so many feelings washed over her facial expression. He knew that their training schema might have been too strict for her, but the time was against them all. But perhaps they had pushed her too hard.

:: No, I'm pretty sure that the best runaway route is this way::

"Runaway?" he asked in amusement "Where are you going to run away on a small island like this?"

:: Dono, don't care::

Jazz followed her path with his optics as she pulled away farther toward the wooded section of the island.

"I don't have to know what Luna was saying. but damn she was in a bad mode," The black Afro-American said with a low whistle, the otherwise gentle and happy sparkling was stomping away latterly steaming "What happens?"

"Don't know, think she probably broke under to much pressure?" Jazz said to this companion of the day as Epps huffed and stroke his arm over the forehead to get rid of the sweat drops collected there.

"No wonder, she is not used to it like your guys."

"that is probably true , but she has to learn fast." Jazz vented out

Epps snorted "Yes, but not drag her down by doing so, I think you forget that it is an untrained child you are dealing with, not a soldier, she is a teenager by the standard of the humans right?" he asked curiously, and Jazz nodded slowly

"By your standards, yes," he said slowly and then vented out. They did not go easy on the little one. Jazz looked at the direction the youngling went to and debated what to do when he got an incoming call from Ironhide

:: Jazz, do you have a vision on Luna? she runs away somewhere, and I can't find her::

Jazz looked over at the youngling that now stomped into the wood and hummed softly,

:: Maybe?:: he answers with a question, right now he thought that the sparkling needed to cool off some steam.

:: Don't play that game with me Jazz, a simple Yes or No will do:: Ironhide grumbled, he hated when the sparkling got mad over something. And this time something that was partly or mostly his fault.

:: Please, you keep an optic on her?:: Ironhide said slowly

::Always:: That was something that no one needed to ask of Jazz; he would always look after the little one. He had failed her one time, and Primus be dammed, he would not do it one more. And that was probably why he already was on his way to shadowing the youngling from a safe distance so that she would not even notice that he was there. He was not the head of black ops for nothing.

Luna growled as she kicked the rock away from her, she was so angry, she was so hurt, and she hated it. She hated what had happened, she hated what had become of her, and she hated how week she was. The pure self-hatred hit her hart, and she gave away an angry growl as she took up a large chunk of wood and threw it out into the water and it sank through the surface with a satisfying sound. Luna picked up a stone she found and did the same with it and felt her body screaming with fatigue and fatigue but it felt so nice to throw things around one without someone scolding her and reprimanding her for that behavior. She wanted to do so much more than that, screaming straight out and beating everything that came in her way. Luna suddenly collapsed in the spirit with a complaining sound and crawled together and felt the sorrow swept over her.

Why was she so damaged? Why could she not heal completely and become whatever her creators wanted her to become? Why could she not be better than she was? It was so hard to overcome everything she was feeling. Luna gave away a low kneeling sound as she drew herself closer and pulled her legs closer against her body and just lay there. She could feel the soft movement of saltwater that swept over her lower extremities, not so strange as she was half laying in the water, but she did not care about that right now. Little salt water was not dangerous to them. Luna instead let the movement calm her down, and she started listening to all the sounds around her. Birds that twittered in the trees, the sea that softly struck up against the sand in sweeping waves and somewhere against the base, she could hear hammers blowing from the people who were still building out the base that was far from finished.

Luna started to get the feelings under control and uncurled from her position and turned around on her back as she was staring up at the blue sky above her. Not a single cloud in view. Suddenly she got a strange feeling inside of her, and she tilted her helm more backward in the sand and looked at the wood ups and down. Her optics narrowed as she tried to pinpoint whatever she was feeling. It was familiar, but then again not. Slowly she turned to her body and lifted herself lightly, holding her gaze right at the point the whole time. The spot created this strange feeling like there was someone there.

Suddenly a flash of silver and Jazz walked forward and smiled at her

"Not bad youngling" he praised her and Luna had no idea for what. She hadn't done anything special, and she had even run away from her training with her sire and sunny. They would be so mad at her when she got back. Jazz walked forward to her and stopped beside the youngling as he looked out over the sea and then on the shoddy piece of wood that the sparkling had thrown out. But he did not say anything, Luna's optics was vigilantly attached to him for a while, but when he did not say anything, she turned herself out to the water and leaned over her legs. The waves slid in over her body; sand dug her metallic body more and more into the soft surface. The youngling started to dig in the wet sand with her finger and build up a tower of the watery substance as the silence was laid over them both. Neither wanted to be the one who broke it at first.

"Listen, Luna," the saboteur suddenly tried to get the sparklings attention as he looked out over the calm ocean. He knew that they pressed her too hard, but they had to do it. If any of them could decide, then she would not be forced to do anything other then what she would like to do. But this was not that time.

"It doesn't get any easier, you just get stronger," He continued as he had gotten her attention. If she did not learn, then she would have a tough time to survive this because whatever was out there. The Decepticons was still not wholly disbanded, and something was shimmering just outside their grasp. Jazz knew that something was going on; he had been too long in his profession for not trust his instincts on matters like this. Jazz vented out hard and felt some of his gears shift in his frame as he switched position.

"We all love you, Luna, that you never have to doubt. And that is why Hide is so hard on you; you have to learn the basics as fast as you can." He didn't need to say what would happen if she did not, the youngling was a lot of things, but stupid was not one of them.

:: I know:: she sighed as she let her helm rest on her arms now, she did know that they loved her. But that did not help in the slightest right now. Especially after what Sunstreaker had said. That stupid dens aft pipe! Luna hides her helm in her arms. A motion that caught the silver mechs attention and he chuckled low.

"Aaah! What did he do this time?" he asked the youngling that had flinched a little, bulls-eye. It was easy to know which one of the twins who would put his foot in his mouth when it came to the younglings. And it helps to know that Sideswipe was on a plan, soon to be back from a recon mission.

:: Who?::

"Don't play that game with me youngling," Jazz said and nudged her lightly with his foot "The sunflower of course."

Luna snorted, a sound she had adapted from her carrier. :: I have no idea who that is::

"Yes you do, we both know him, easily annoyed, bad behavior, no common knowledge at all and who believes himself to be the most beautiful on this earth? that pretty sunflower, rings any bells on that description? "

:: maybe it does:: soft giggling sound escaped her vocals in amusement.

"So tell me, what did he do because he obviously did something" Jazz continued as Luna now had loosen up some.

:: He didn't do anything wrong, both he and sire tried to get me to train with them more. but I didn't want to and tried to say to them that I'm too tired, but they didn't listen and just continued on, and on and then he ...::

Luna stood up again fast and kicked out into the water so that it splashed around in apparent frustration, and a low growling sound was heard from her frame.

:: He told me if I continued like that he could quickly kill me.:: She splashed down again as she tried to hit the water again and she kicked the lumber that had wallowed ashore in the water and successfully sent it back further out in the water.

:: I know that! I fragging know that I'm easily to kill! I try the best I can; I get up every time they hit me down, I try again, I listen. But I don't want to fight, I don't want to hurt someone, and I don't want to kill anyone. Dying fragging hurts like hell, And I should know that better than most. I don't want anyone to feel that it rips you apart, why do we even have to fight! It is meaningless and doesn't make sense and... and...:: She vented out in ragged breathing, frame shaking, fans roaring in her frame to try and cool down her heated system. In her outburst she had gone longer out in the water and had been hitting so hard as she could on the surface, it felt so good to beat it and it both left a satisfying feeling but at the same time a deep emptiness. Luna looked down at her shaking hands

::I don't want to fight:: she whispered low and felt a massive lump in her tank, she felt the water flowing between her metallic parts, she could feel the slightest vibration that the water did around her, and it was such an overpowering feeling that she almost forgot about where she was. Apart from the people's machines and vehicles, the bodies of cybetronian were more or less water-tight. If they had no wound or opening, then it would certainly hurt.

"Wow, we need to stop swear in your vicinity, you snatch it all too easily," Jazz said and earned an irritated look from the youngling. But he smiled sadly at her, he had known that there was something that kept her back, and he had suspected that this was one of the reasons. But hearing her put her own words on it, understanding how much she had grown, it made him sad.

" War never does make sense," He told her softly

:: Then why do we do it, Jazz? Why do we kill each other when there is so few of us left?:: Soft light blue lubricates tears were dripping down from her optics, as cybetronian gets older, the energon tears color brighten and get more of a lubricating effect on the optic mechanisms than dripping as it still did on Luna.

Jazz looked down at her with sadness in both his field and optic, that was the big question was that not? He started to walk out in the water and kneeled before her on one knee as he strokes the lubricate of her cheeks.

"I honestly don't know sparklett," he said to her as Luna hit her helm in his clawed servo. "But what I do know is that the Decepticons still fighting us, still is a threat to my friends and family. If we don't kill them first, it can be the biggest mistake we can do because of the next time, that very bot can offline the one closest to you. And I will never let that happen if I can do something about that." He told her. War never did make sense to anyone, and they had been going on for an eternity already.

:: But there has to be another way:: she said stubbornly, there could not only be one way to do this.

"Tell you what sparklett," Jazz said and smiled to her as he raised again "If you ever find out a solution I swear that I will do everything in my power to make that a reality? alright?" he asked her and Luna nodded soft and stroke away the last of the tears

"Come on, let's get back to Epps and see if he can wash you off and perhaps you can show him that new program of yours to try and communicate with him? what do ya say?

:: Okey:: She walked up behind him, and now both felt emotionally and physically drained. but somehow she felt a little bit better when she had let all the feelings come to the surface, and get them out.

:: Thank you for listening::

Jazz grinned "always sparklett, that is what family is for, right?"

:: And...can you perhaps not tell Carrier about that...::

"What?" now he looked at her confused, he would not tell her about her outburst if she did not want it. However, he did not think it was just outburst that she tried to keep secret, and a grin grew on his face.

:: You know what:: The youngling looked away from him

"I do?" He played with her and got an irritated look from her and chuckled, taking pity on her "It is alright sparklett, I will not tell him that you swore so much that you could make your ancestors proud of your vocabulary."

Luna groaned and threw back her head:: Don't remind me::

Jazz chuckled and nudged her with his claw "If your Carrier doesn't ask me, then my mouth will be shut tightly about your tantrum."

:: What! I did not have a tantrum!:: Luna gasped in protest; she was too old for that! and Jazz just cracked up as he walked out of the forest

"So you did find her" Epps grinned at the two bots that were walking against him "Parenting problems?" He asks Luna than vented and nodded some, making the dark-skinned man chuckle " I do remember when my oldest daughter hit her teens, had to unhook her door because she could not slam it when she stormed away. "

"ouch harsh" Jazz grinned

"Well, she learned her lesson and never did that again" Epps shrugged nonchalantly but smiled

:: Ask him:: Luna said as she tapped on Jazz leg to get his attention

"Oh right, Luna wander if you have your ear devise on you, she like to install a new program," Jazz asked, and Epps looked over to the whit youngling and nodded

"Sure doll, here you go," he said as he picked it out of his ear "The plane has ETA 15 min anyway, and no one will talk from the tower, what are you going to do?" He asked interestedly as the sparkling had started to pick out a smaller cord from her wrist. That was never going to stop get impressive, or gross for any of the humans.

Luna lugged into the smallest intake of the device and started to look through her processor for the newly downloaded program, and when she found it, she began to add it to the small widget at the same time she started to disassemble most of the earpiece and insert a small chip. This kind of thing was fun, to take apart something and rebuild it. As everything was done, it was like she hadn't done anything to it and she gave it back to Epps that looked at it curiously.

"What? is it broken now or what? what did you do?" he asked as Jazz chucked again

"Put it on and check if it works," the silver mech said as he started to load the different barrels on the truck that would take it back to the base.

Epps looked at the small device and put it on again and pressed the middle

"ETA on the plane," he asked as he looked up at the sky for the plane

:: Plane incoming in 10, standby and wait for further orders::

Epps nodded "It works, what did you do?" He asked, and Luna grinned happily

:: Installed a new receiver:: She told the man and this time on the new program.

Epps jerked and held up his hand against the earpiece; it was off, was it not? He had turned it off. What on earth was that? There was a voice that he did not recognize, and when the white bot in front of him started to laugh, he put two and two together.

"Nooo, way!"

:: Yes way!:: Luna chimed:: as long you have that in your ear, I can talk to you, not listing in or send further to others. Just talk to you:: she explained

Epps laughed "This is so awesome, genius even" he shook his helm at the bots amusement and looked her over.

:: Thank you, can you help me wash?::

Epps just then just noticing that half of her frame was cover in the sand, some places even had another grease over it.

"Oh girly, what did you do? took a stroll into the seaweed or something?"

:: What is seaweed?::

"Nothing, come on let get your clean before the plane comes" The black man started to go over to the hose and turned it on as he felt on the temperature and then started to spray it all over her. Effectively cleaning her frame.

Sideswipe really felt how guilty his brother felt, he had already pulled off his brother what had happened. On one side, he understood his brother and his fears; he shared them equally. Luna was still in such a vulnerable position, and they had already lost her once, and she was always in the danger zone. But on the other hand, there were different ways to say it. But his brother has never been good with words. And now he had wounded Luna, although it had not been what he wanted. But his words had been the wrong one, and as soon as he had understood that the guilt had been so intense that Sides could feel it from where he had been.

~Stop sulking and go and beg her for forgiveness~ Sides tried to tell his brother that of course stubbornly refused.

~Come on Sunny, this is Luna we are talking about, she will not hold a grudge against you. Just mech up and go and tell her you are sorry!~ Why could that fragger not see that it only took a few small words?

~You did not see her the look she gave me~

Sides blinked in confusion; it had to be a severe fight if his brother did not scream at him for his choice of nickname.

~Then go and tell her that you did not mean it! I love you brother bot for once, suck it up and go and tell her you are sorry~

~No~

Sides groaned in irritation. Why was he so stubborn?

~Then if you don't want to say to her that the show her that you are sorry!~, the red Lambo said with a deadpanned voice. Was this how the others felt when he was stubborn enough to refuse something that otherwise, for them anyway, was most logical? Sides had never been a logical mech. He was more impulsive and liked quick results. He could plan and figure out the best approach, but patience and logic was something he was not best at, how that worked out he did not know. That's where Sunny came into the picture and weighted up the difference and where he lacked.

Sunny grumbled over the bond, guilt still tainting the connection and his bad mood that was showing to anyone that tried to come close to him. Good things that the humans had learned not to approach the moody mech. A lot of the humans was afraid of him anyway for being so 'cold and hateful' all the times. Sideswipe could feel how his twin was thinking hard and long over this matter, and he could not wait to get down on the steady ground. The mission had been a boring one with nothing happening, but Sides had been given a chance to burn some rubber on highway. He even had the opportunity to speeds away from human enforcement to Prowls frustration and anger. Something he had let him hear more or less the whole trip from the mainland.

~* We going in for landing*~a voice from the speakers told them.

Finally! Sides almost bunched on his tires that was clamped for flight and people's sake. And he hated it.

"Calm down Sideswipe" Prowl corrected youth who more or less hope on his wheels

"No way, this thing goes far too slowly for my sanity. I can't wait to get on the ground again" Sides said as he tried to shift his weights from side to side

"You behaving like a sparkling, stay still."

Sides groaned, but he could feel the plan tilt down slightly as they soon would touch the ground and he could go and see Sunny and maybe find Luna and see if she was alright? But first, Sunny. The plane hit the ground and as soon as they had let him go Sides backed out from there and on the platform turned around on his wheels and speeded away from the plan and to the base, ignoring Prowl behind him. He had a brother to find, and for once, he could hit some sense in that dense helm of his. It wasn't hard for him to find his golden-yellow brother who was in their shared room, looking down on something in his lap.

"What is that?" Sides suddenly asked and looked down at the thing, and then a grin started to grow on his faceplate.

"Mute it Sides" Sunny grumbled as his brother flopped down beside him on the sofa

"I did not say anything."

"You did not have to, keep your thoughts and feelings for yourself" the yellow twin grumbled and turned the thing away from his brother's curious stare

Sides snickered some but took pity on him. But it was a good idea, and it was such a Sunny thing to do. Luna would love this. For that, he was sure. Even if he had wanted his brother to tell her verbally that he was sorry, but it was a way to go.

Later that evening after a long afternoon in the company of Epps and Jazz, Luna had started to walk to her quarter. She still ignored her Creators; she did not want to talk to any of them. She wanted to be left alone without any of them venting down her neck or tried to speak to her when she was so not in the mood for that. But what she had found as she opens her door was nothing she had expected. It was an innocent-looking thing, quite large compared to her but something she knew very well. The sight of the paper gave her mixed feelings, on one side she was still angry and hurt, but in the other way she knelt a warm feeling emerging when she saw what was painted on. Carefully, she let her fingers be moved over the slender surface, and the sensors in her finger tops recorded all the fine lines that decorated the paper. When she was this close and was looking at the picture, it almost felt like she could go straight through it and come to a whole new unknown world. Or it was strange to her. She had seen pictures from their home planet before but never like this, but her family had lived here before the war.

Luna looked over the crystals that pointed up to a purple sky; the sun was going down, giving the picture a whole different feeling of it all. There was a walkway that went in between all the big crystals, and she could even see the contours of cybetronian go to somewhere that was outside of the picture, which gave an impression how big the crystals compared to them. Luna looked up at the sky where the two moons were placed, and she looked it all over. She recognizes this picture very well, it was the one that Sunny had been working for a while now, and he had given it to her. Probably as an 'I'm sorry' gift. Which was most likely, he was a mech of action, not of words. She would have to thank him tomorrow and show that he was a little forgiven. His words still hurt when she thought of them; it wouldn't be forgotten for a while. But he was well on his way.

The problem right now was where she should put the painting up.

This has nothing to do with the chapter exactly, but remember that people can be really quiet about their pain. You often end up forgetting that they are also capable of hurting. That is why it is so important always to be kind. Remember this the next time you meet your family, friends or even a stranger. You never know where that person's shoes have taken them. ;)