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Or whatever? Should you be up there? Fighting in space does seem like something you'd be proficient in.

[ The only reason they've got alcohol glasses in this house is because Andy stops by, but they've got them. Cassandra goes and takes them out. ]

Not that you can get me onto the moon for anything, at this point. It's practically cursed by now.

Too big. Last time I just helped with outside. I'll do the same this time.

[he hums, pouring himself some.]

Nah, not cursed yet. There hasn't even been any corpse trenches. Did anyone even die last time? It's just a prime target. Hard distinction, but an important one.

[riptide down the entire drink in one. needs the courage. shakes his head.]

...Cass, I have something to give you.

Then shouldn't you be- [ Going? ] God, whatever. If you say so.

And, yes, didn't the alien who was trying to brainwash everyone die? Permanently? I was smart enough not to be there, but that part was still fairly foreboding.

[ Having not poured herself anything yet, Cassandra leans on the counter, eyebrows raised. ]

Oh. Thanks? Is it worth downing an entire drink?

The repairs, I meant. Seriously, I've been up there. It's way too easy for me to break stuff even when I'm not stressing about murder. Which, speaking of: killing the bad guy? Not cursed! Blessed!

[anyway, riptide takes out a small glass vial from his hoodie pocket; it's full of what cass might recognise as energon, if riptide has told her about it or if she's seen it. if not, then it's full of a dark pink glittery liquid that's swirling.]

It-- yeah. It is. An organic has never been given one of these. Like, ever. At all.

[he puts it on the table.]

It's for you. From me. I've only done this like, three times before.

That's-

[ Well, this is clearly important to Riptide, so Cassandra supposes she should put some weight on it- but clearly she has no idea what she's supposed to do with this, even if she has a vague understanding of energon. She picks it up and squints. ]

Well, thank you, but...you realize I have no idea what to do with this, yeah?

You can do anything you want with it. Just don't, uh, drink it? Anyway, it's innermost energon. You know our sparks, right? In the casing around it, we have some highly potent energon that's unique to each of us and irreplaceable. I won't die without it or anything but...

[he shrugs a little awkwardly, looking away.]

It wasn't easy to get out. Uh, we give some of it to people who mean a lot to us. I know it's basically just guts juice but Cybertronians have been doing this for billions of years...! It's customary to give it to people whenever, but more common when they're injured or about to die. Probably cause of the war. So...

[he pours another glass.]

...yeah.

[ Cassandra simply stares at the energon tube for a moment, and then looks away, a little regretful. She's mostly relied on Riptide to be a source of leniency as of late- not someone who will judge her if she doesn't want to speak of her impending death. But of course he's concerned, just as everyone else in her life is. Why would she think this could be completely ignored with him around?

Besides- this is a far kinder thing to do than what many have done. Her face contorts for a moment, but she bites back stronger feelings. ]

I hope I never have to answer why I've got Cybertronian blood with me, but...thank you. What did you have to do to get it out? It doesn't hurt, does it?

Think of it less as blood and more as soul juice. That's better, right?

[not really.]

Look, we don't gotta talk about it but... I guess if you ever need to kick a ship into hyperdrive, that vial'l do it. Innermost energon is seriously crazy potent.

So if I ever hear of someone going on another emergency mission to Mars, this should be what I give them. Got it.

[ That's sarcastic, but she'd sincerely think about it. She finally takes a sip of her drink, sitting down at the island. ]

Soul juice is not better, by the way. That makes it sound like you gave me...I don't know, spinal fluid?

Oh, Primus no. My spinal fluid is orange.

[this is only getting worse.]

It's just-- it's important, okay? This is like two steps below platonic proposal in terms of meaningful gestures.

Nice. Glad you know that.

[ No she’s not. ]

Do you...even have proposals where you’re from? Romantic or platonic?

Yep! [he claps his hands together.] Oh, you'll like this. Right. We have both!

So, ah, there's a rites you go through that involves being really honest with each other and opening up and sharing. I... ah, don't want to talk about my experience with that just now. It involved Getaway. Anyway--! The romantic one is called Conjunx Endura and the platonic one is Amica Endura. Sometimes you call someone your Conjunx or Amica and realise they'd work better as the other but that's rare. I know quite a few Conjunx, but not a lot of Amicas...

So basically it’s just like human marriage, in terms of divorce rate...

[ Not that Riptide would know that, but she nearly snickers at him pointing out that these marriages don’t always work the way they’re planned, as if that’s something that could surprise her. Of course, it’s not the thing that concerns her the most, and she takes a moment to figure out how to respond. ]

...Whatever happened with Getaway, I’m sorry. It was bullshit, whatever happened. I don’t need to know any details to know that.

[he shakes his head.]

No divorce. Once you've settled on Amica or Conjunx, it's exceptionally rare to lose that status with the other person. It only happened frequently and got rare because of the war.

[that's depressing! anyway.]

It's alright. It's in the past now.

...

Uh. So. Anything else you wanna know about this?

What, can you not be separated? That seems like a flaw in this system. Clearly I know there are just as many shitty Cybertronians as there are humans.

[ Judgmental, but true! But then Cassandra notes his pause, and then...realizes he's explained it well. So. ]

Uh- besides that, no. [ A pause. ] Thank you. Again. I know I look like a fucking mess right now, but I know this seems important to you. So if it is...it means a lot.

We can, but it's rare. You wouldn't do it unless you really knew the person. Like... thousands of years of knowing them.

[he shrugs-- riptide might, deep down, believe in love. no-one must know.]

It is. I hope it's not too weird... um, like I said, you're definitely the first organic ever to get one of these...

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