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Minimus notices, each time he goes without the Magnus Armor, Rewind stares at him.
He waits for the opportunity that Chromedome isn't around (which isn't often, the pair are almost inseparable) and approaches Rewind.
"I'm not him," he says.
Rewind doesn't require a name to understand who he means.
"I know," he answers, "But you look like him."
"We were spark brothers of course there's a resemblance."
Rewind is silent for a moment,
"You said were."
Minimus ex-vents,
"I know you think there's a possibility he's still online. But what if he's not?"
"That's what I need to find out," Rewind insists, "He's your brother aren't you curious what happened to him?"
"What if knowing is worse than not knowing?" Minimus asks.
"Nothing is worse than not knowing," Rewind is adamant.
Minimus touches his facial insignia - the same insignia he and Dominus share.
"And what if he is alive?" he says, "What then? Will you... pick up where you left off?"
"You mean leave Chromedome for Dominus?" Rewind says quietly, "Honestly? I don't know. Perhaps I'll never know until I see Dominus again."
Minimus is silent. He regrets initiating this conversation.
"Please try to keep the staring to a minimum," he told Rewind, "I attract enough looks from the rest of the crew."
He turns to leave.
"I'm sorry I stare," Rewind's voice causes him to halt, "It's just - seeing you, it's like having a little piece of him here."
Minimus doesn't turn,
"I'm not my brother Rewind," he says softly, "I never was."