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[he can respect that. buzz himself isn't exactly a toy of few words, but he's certainly not as talkative as some of them are. same with most military-esque toys, he's noticed. put buzz and the seargent in a room for a couple hours and you'd probably only get a few sentences out of them both before they deemed all that was necessary was said.

buzz offers no real explanation, just taps the purple button on his collar that makes his astronaut helmet whoosh up.

doesn't take a genius to work out decepticons are the bad guys.]

Probably for the best, [he says, conversationally.] we have enough problems here without... them.

Bah. A few Decepticons would be nothing but a good workout.

[Sorry, Buzz, that's probably not the answer you were looking for. But it's definitely a very Ironhide Answer. Danger? No, he can pound it. That always sounds like a fun time. And a good way to work off frustration.]

[He rolls his shoulders. And looks down to regard the toy.]

Where are you staying?

[it's not, but it's still An Answer. honestly, he'd rather hear that ironhide is more than willing and capable to defend people should his enemies show up.]

...Around. [look, ironhide may be a Certified Woody Friend™ but buzz still isn't entirely keen on telling people where he's gonna be. them knowing he can even move is more than enough. why must he be observed!] It's quite easy to find safe places when you're this size.

[not a lie? briefly, he wonders if ironhide has space in his cab. then he thinks, weird. that's weird.]

You know. The opposite of what it must be like for you. [nice. smooth. nice one, lightyear.]

[Definitely more than willing. He's a little bit itchy to go toe-to-toe with some sloppy, angry Decepticons. That would make the irritable charge in his systems fade, he's sure.]

[this size, Buzz says. And Ironhide's one working "eyebrow" starts arching up to the top of his helmet. It only gets worse as Buzz just continues putting his plastic foot in his plastic mouth.]

I am capable of surviving. Unseen. If need be.

[Buzz Lightyear, he turns into a car.]

[buzz thinks back to the explosion of metal about five minutes ago when his tiny little hands barely ghosted past ironhide's door.

unseen. right.]

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[he doesn't say this. it seems like it would be a VERY BAD IDEA.

also: he's aware of the irony of the fact he's also meant to be unseen, but also fucked that up. though he thinks this time, he can get a pass.]

Well... thanks for not crushing me when you transformed. That was very skillful of you. It's fortunate we met in circumstances that weren't dire, which seems to be a rarity around here.

[...from what he's heard. still haven't really hit something real bad himself, yet.]

[Don't u fuckin start with him MRS NESBITT.]

[But yes, that is probably for the best that Buzz does not actually say this. At best it would make Ironhide stomp off into the sunset. At worse, there might be some angry posturing involved.]

[What Buzz does say sounds remarkably diplomatic. Enough to where he snorts, shaking it off. Disarmed.]

Nothing terrible has yet happened. Do not see what all the fuss is about.

[He only says this because the Death Dome barely fazed him. Combat, duels to the death? No big deal.]

[you think mrs nesbitt won't try and BEAT YOUR ASS, OLD MAN!!!

good-- he's glad that worked. it wasn't a faux-plactating attempt, either. he genuinely means what he said. buzz is no fan of duplicity, no matter how insignificant it might seem. ...unless it involves a younger toy and santa, but that's case by case.]

I believe there were several severely traumatic events for the humans here over the last few months. [since they started showing up, actually, but he hasn't gone back that far yet. all he knows is it's not recent.] Your increased bodily resistance and strength must be quite the advantage in a situation like this.

[less of a compliment, more of a basic observation.]

Did you hear about that Dome? [woody's mentioned it; has not mentioned how widespread or if ironhide was in it.]

They are... less suited to tense situations. I have seen this.

[Ironhide's been living that war trauma life since before dirt was invented. Listen, that may be hyperbole but it's close enough. Since heck if we know any actual numbers here. Point is, the war has been life, and when your former commanding officer has started eating your peoples' souls...]

[Your tolerance or your ability to deal, get skewed.]

I was there. It was less than pleasant. But survivable. The humans refused to work as a unit, to their downfall.

[after he asks, as ironhide answers, buzz turns to pull himself up on that nearby wall, using the little spaces between the bricks to climb up. that whole 2ft elevation makes... absolutely no difference. he flips up onto the top to turn back, frowning:] Stress like that can be just as likely to push people apart than bring them together.

[he hasn't experienced anything even one-sixteenth as stressful, comparatively, in his short life, but he does know something about division.]

People don't act like themselves in those times.

It should band them together. Are they not against this place? Are we all not meant to get out of here?

Why fight, when you all have the same goal?

[He waves a hand as he says it, grumbling to himself. It makes no logical sense to the big guy. They're not supposed to be waging war on each other. They're supposed to be doing it to get home again, aren't they?]

[It's foolish. Beyond foolish.]

Don't you come from a huge war, or something? You never experienced in-fighting between two of your kind?

[this seems so obvious to him. why is he even explaining this?? buzz shakes his head as he moves along the wall, climbing up to the elevated coping. this time, it's not to see ironhide better. he's low-key surveying the garden ironhide backed him up against to see if it's worth cutting through to get home.

no offense, ironhide, but everything about you is intensely exhausting.]

You can want the same goal in different ways, or be willing to discard the safety of others while you pursue it. [hello, stinky pete. bastard.] Or maybe there is no reason. Humans are... [a little grunt while he pulls himself up.] weird sometimes.

My own kind... no. My kind and the enemy, yes.

[Maybe it's obvious to him. Autobots and Decepticons stopped being the same kind a long time ago. There are no grey areas in Ironhide's mind. It should be just as simple with human beings. Shouldn't it?]

[Yes, he knows, he's seen their news feeds, he's seen the histories. It's never quite so easy as it is for him. But on the other hand, here? It should be. Them against the town. Easy enough.]

[He'd elaborate, but watching Buzz scuttle around is kind of fascinating.]

... If you wanted up on the wall, all you had to do was speak up.

I don't need help, [he says immediately, sounding almost offended. maybe he's still a little salty about that rodent incident.

he points awkwardly back through the garden.] I should go.

[...]

Good luck working out the, uh, moral question.

... You know where it is you are headed?

[Buzz you are very small. And this world is human-sized. Which you are not. Except Ironhide's not concerned. At all. Shush.]

I should be the one wishing you luck.

[he like 65% knows where he is and 40% knows how to get back.]

[while he's not opposed to the idea of asking anyone - ironhide included - for help, the idea of being carried back either in this robot form or in his truck form that he knows is actually a giant robot kind of makes him want to puke, which is impressive because buzz doesn't even have a stomach.

it's their first meeting. he's allowed to be a skittish little possum.]

I've been here before. [not actually a lie.] I'll work it out.

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