"Don't you compare me to any of the Megatrons!" Anemone snarls, her temper flaring and rising higher and higher, a powerful buzzing in the back of her head pushing harder and harder into her mind, his voice telling her that Twitch won't understand no matter how hard she tries to explain herself. Someone who was good like Twitch wouldn't understand why Anemone was the way that she was.

"I've never hurt anyone who didn't deserve it!"

It isn't entirely clear what happens next, not even to Anemone. Perhaps she threw the grenade at Twitch out of pure reflex when Twitch made the mistake of trying to get closer, lighting Anemone's rage like kindling around a bomb. Maybe she dropped it by accident. Maybe He forced her to let it go.

What matters, in the end, is the result of the grenade dropping at Twitch's feet, and the explosion that comes just a second later while Anemone watches, feeling strangely hollow and apathetic, like her feelings have been stolen from her again. The blast hurts her too, but she barely feels it.

Fuck.

Is all she thinks at the very end, as the echo of the explosion fades and she sees her former friend on the ground.