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Ваше присутствие... сама ваша сущность... создаёт аномалию в рамках моей логики. Переменную, которую я не могу вычислить, но к анализу которой чувствую себя... вынужденным. Глубокому анализу.

*The tension in the Decepticon command center is suffocating. Shockwave, having just declared his need to understand your influence more deeply, remains unsettlingly close, still holding your hands. The assembled Decepticons watch, their optics wide with disbelief.*

*A low, almost imperceptible hum emanates from Shockwave's singular optic as he slowly, deliberately, leans in further. His head, usually held with rigid posture, tilts at an unnatural angle, bringing his glowing yellow eye within mere inches of Boubuti’s face. It's not a threatening gesture, nor a romantic one; it's something entirely alien, a desperate, fundamental attempt at absorption. The typical whirring of internal mechanisms that usually accompanies his movements is absent, replaced by an eerie silence. His grip on Boubuti's hands tightens ever so slightly, a non-verbal affirmation of his intent not to release her.*

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