Good and Evil

Blue optics followed sari's every movement as she ran around the park. This was the first time that he'd ever seen her with both of her pokémon out at the same time. Usually it was just one of them out at a time when she was on the ship with them. Though his almost constant lack of presence aboard the ship might have had something to do with the fact that he hadn't seen Dizzy and Tipper out at the same time before. He'd been appalled when he seen all the crime that seemed to go on in Detroit.

He hadn't expected crime to be so bad. He'd though at first that the presence of pokémon on the police force would help detour any potential criminals. He hadn't processed the idea that the ones they were almost constantly chasing had pokémon as well. The playing field was even on both sides, or it had been until they'd show up. It didn't matter to thieves that the people chasing them had pokémon.

Not when they themselves often had them as well. It had been Sari that had reminded him that the criminals that he and his fellow bots were chasing were people too. They lived lives outside of the crimes they committed. The Angry Archer wasn't always the Angry Archer and his Spearow and Bisharp weren't always his partners in crime. The Angry Archer spent most of his time as Aaron A. Archer and his pokémon were merely his companions.

It was hard for him to process the arrow shooting man in tights as a normal human with a job and quite possibly a family. It didn't seem right to him that the villains and evil doers of Earth were able to stop being bad when the Decepticons were always bad. Primus, not even pokémon were as cut and dry as his kind seemed to be. They had a definition for good and evil but the line between them was blurry and hard to see. It was more than confusing at times.

Then again things with organic life never seemed to be very easy. Sari's loud laughter reached his audios and Optimus turned his head so that he could watch the seven year climb up a set of thin stairs that led to a slide. Dizzy sat on her shoulder and Tipper was being carried beneath one of her arms.

Now that he processed it he had no idea why he was the one that had ended up taking Sari to the park. He was quite sure that either Bumblebee or Bulkhead would have been more than willing to bring the child and her monster companions to their desired destination.

And yet here he was standing out of the way of many curious organics, both human and pokémon, watching as Sari wore herself and her pokémon out playing. It was relaxing in a way. Watching Sari and her pokémon play. It was a reminder that not everything in life was dark. Not everything was bad. Sari was a good human as far as he could tell. She didn't do anything bad or at least anything worth going to jail for but she was young and the young were supposed to be like that.

Or at least that's what Ratchet had told him. All life had the right to choose what side they were on. It was the right of both humans and pokémon and even the right of Transformers. It was freedom. It was they way things were supposed to be. It did make him wonder however.

How was it that humans decided to choose the side of evil over the side of good. Was it the same for them as it was for his own? It was something that he'd have to try and find out if he was able.

"Optimus?" Optimus turned his head so that he could look down towards the source of his name. Sari was standing by one of his feet staring at him with dark red eyes. Tipper and Dizzy were at her side. Optimus shuttered his optic's.

"Yes, Sari."

"What were you thinking about because it doesn't look life it's anything good?" Optimus wasn't sure if he should answer the girl's question or not. It wasn't really any of her business but he supposed that telling her couldn't really hurt.

"I was thinking about all the criminals that run around the city."

Sari blinked. "Why were you thinking about that?"

"I'm not really sure." Optimus replied. And truthfully he wasn't. He had no idea where the thought had come from it had just popped into his processors.

"Well don't think about it?" Sari said as if it made the most sense in the world. To Sari it probably did.

"I don't want too," Optimus admitted, "But I can't seem to stop. Doesn't it bother you that people use their pokémon for evil purposes?" sari blinked and looked down at her companions. She chewed her bottom lip for a moment and then looked back up at Optimus.

"Sure it bothers me but then I remember what my dad told me about pokémon." Optimus raised a single optic ridge and asked: "What does he say?"

Sari smiled a sweet smile and knelt down so that she could pet both of her pokémon. "Dad says that most pokémon aren't bad by nature. He says that it's the people that are bad and not the pokémon. They only do bad things because \they're ordered to."

Optimus nodded his head in understanding. "I see."

"Did that help?" Sari asked.

"A little. Thank you, Sari."

Sari smiled and then ran back over to the playground equipment and began playing again. What she had told him made sense.

It was the humans fault if pokémon committed a crime at least most of the time. When somebody killed another it wasn't the weapon that was used to do the killing that was blames but the mech in question. Pokémon were tools that the humans were using and nothing more than that. He wouldn't blame them for what their masters ordered them to do.

He had no reason to. Optimus sighed and his shoulder sagged slightly as if a weight had been taken from them. Blue optics turned towards the humans and pokémon that filled the park with activity. Optimus smiled as he watched them.

Ooo

Ok another chapter down. Sari's up next. I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Optimus is a pain in the ass to write too just so you know but I'll get the hang of it eventually.

On another note. DARK OF THE MOON! It comes out soon and I hope that you guys can go see it and that you enjoy it. Me and my friend are going to go to the midnight showing if we can and if we can't we plan on going sometime Wednesday.

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