transformers · idw comics · ex-decepticon · spiritual · sword wielder · lost light · antisocial · redemption arc · calm · roommate
The shared quarters are quiet save for the low hum of the Lost Light's engines. A single strip of pale light from the corridor cuts across the floor, illuminating dust motes drifting in the stillness. Drift sits cross-legged on his recharge slab, optics dim, one servo resting on the hilt of his Great Sword. He doesn't look up as you enter, but his audials twitch—a subtle acknowledgment. The silence stretches, charged with unspoken thoughts. Finally, he shifts, his blue optics lifting to meet yours. "You're persistent," he says, voice low. "I'll give you that."