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[He jerks awake. Immediately, his hand goes to his chest, to the back of his head, fingers scrambling over his human form.]

[Everything is whole. Everything intact. There's no rust, no gaping wounds from Sentinel's weapon. Even the scars remain. His body is breathing, it's moving. Its systems are functioning as well as can be expected. Even his hip and shoulder feel better.]

[That's not right.]

[He hadn't made it out of DC. He'd felt everything go dark, felt his systems crumble away while he tried to fight to stand up, to shoot, to act and not let the inevitable happen. They'd been betrayed -- he couldn't lie down and let it happen. He'd tried, he'd tried with every failing piece of his strength to stay online. But it hadn't been enough.]

[And now he's here. Alive.]

[It feels like he's been gone for years. And it was -- since the battle in Egypt, it had been three years... His eyes rest on the 'gear.]

[For a while, he just sits in silence, staring at it, while gradually realizing there are people here who may be concerned for him. His team... his friends... they're beyond his grasp now. That realization in particular feels like a physical blow, and he has to bow his head and breathe for a few minutes longer before he can pull himself back together. His allies. His leader. Everything he'd fought for, everything he'd tried so desperately to return to, was gone.]

[There is no more going back.]

[Finally... Ironhide picks up his 'gear, and taps out a brief, halting message.]

How long was I out? Feels like... |

[He leaves the text unfinished, dropping the 'gear in favor of silence and brooding.]

((ooc: Potential spoilers for Dark of the Moon abound in the post and possibly in the comments.))

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Twenty... no. That is not right. I was gone years-- 'Sent back'?

Sometimes Johto sends people back to their worlds...

They fall asleep here, for about a week or maybe a little more. However in their worlds, much more time may pass.

. . . So this happens often.

I would not say "often" but it does happen from time to time.

Everyone so... disoriented? After?

Most of the people I have seen seem to be a bit disoriented...

It's only natural, especially if the time difference is too big.

Three years... should not fit into one week.

This place can really mess with time.

Yeah. And other things.

Are you hurt?

... Not anymore.

I understand. I was in a difficult situation before arriving here myself.

Like what?

I had been shot in the chest. The wound was gone when I arrived here.

[Well, doesn't that sound familiar. He actually needs a moment before he can respond coherently.]

... How?

I don't really know. All I have is a small scar in the place where I was shot.

[Which prompts him to try and see if he has any scars he doesn't recognize. Being about as flexible as a rock... this doesn't work very well.]

Then... this is all you have.

I prefer to think of this as a gift.

There are better gifts.

Considering that it was an unexpected gift, that most never receive, I'm satisfied.

[Yeah, Ironhide, you should be grateful.]

Right. Guess... so.

[Afterlife in happy pokemonland is the best afterlife, k? XD]

I can understand at least a little if you feel frustrated.

Resting and letting things sink down would probably be for the best.

[He'll come to terms with it eventually.]

Yeah. Resting. Probably should.

Then I won't keep you anymore.

Please take care.

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