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Okay, so. I have some matters I'd like to bring up. If you've not met me, I'm Doc Yewll. I'm not always going to be nice to you but I will try to fix what's wrong with you. There are other doctors that have more patience than me, refer to them if you have to.

On to business.

The Med Bay still needs some repair. I'd say with a little help everything could be up and running within a few days but it does mean people with technical parts and anyone in need of surgery are going to hold off for treatment. Useful salvage to that end would be a miracle.

Also that station's infirmary has a neat trick of offering up complete medical histories. If you would be willing, please send me what you can of yours privately. I'm not going to sneak around and try to get it, but if I have a complete medical run down it means I can better help you in the future if related problems come up. Just don't grab anyone else's if that's the case. Just yours. I want absolute information consent here.

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I've noticed some issues with your physiology that I would like to discuss with you in private. Either message me or come by Med Bay.

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[There was something about the wording that bothered him, but he continued.]

No. Nothing physical.

[Nothing Decepticon engineers and medics could pick up, anyway.]

I was fully cognizant during the war. I was aware of what I was doing and made the choices of my own volition. But I do wonder if it had an effect on aggression - on the willingness to go to extremes.

Edited 2016-05-03 07:00 (UTC)

[Sometimes she does speak hurtfully without meaning to. This time, her bitterness towards war, the things her commanders made her do during the war, outweighs her better judgement.]

[His next statements though make her understand a little bit more.]

Do you worry you might go to extremes again?

I don't know. I don't think I could return to who I was before.

For the first time since the rebellion began on Cybertron, I feel as if my mind has been cleared of a thick haze. A cloud of hatred and anger.

[He pauses.]

But... I suppose there's not much I can ask of you when there's nothing to be physically treated.

No, but I can give you some advice.

Live entirely for your penance. Anger and hatred can't sink their nails in too deep then.

It's not always worked out perfectly, but it's how I get by.

[It's nothing he hadn't considered before. Yet, oddly enough, hearing it said from someone else - someone who seemed to understand...]

[The doctor gets a thoughtful look back, appreciating the gesture.]

Getting by is far better than the alternatives.

How about I tell you a little story.

I was a war doctor. And I don't mean that I mended people in triage tents. All the implications that come with the title are very real.

And since then all I've done is heal people. I will be doing that until the day I die. [Though with the Omec- yeah, her generosity had its limits.] It never gets better but at least it doesn't get worse.