[Something burns in her core behind her eyes. Weeks, months, of being displaced, following her mother and the former inhabitants of Don'tra around as they tried to rebuild everything they lost. The stress her mother had been under had been immense, as she was now responsible for the safety and happiness of thousands of people. Anemone had told herself to keep her own anger and frustration inside so that she wouldn't add to her mother's load. For months it had built up more and more, until she can practically feel it sparking out of her eyes, but she stayed a good daughter. She did what she was told. Didn't cause trouble. Didn't cry or whine when things were upsetting or uncomfortable. Her mother had taken her face in her hands and told her with a grateful tone how glad she was that Anemone was being so reasonable about all this.
She wants to explain these feelings to Donnie, to get him to understand why she felt like she had to take action against the Megatrons. But she can't. She'd let too much out already, and look what happened.]
I'm sorry! I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking.
I won't do it again. There's no point. They're all too strong anyway.
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She wants to explain these feelings to Donnie, to get him to understand why she felt like she had to take action against the Megatrons. But she can't. She'd let too much out already, and look what happened.]
I'm sorry! I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking.
I won't do it again. There's no point. They're all too strong anyway.