Donnie could at least hope the same. He wasn't even sure how things might be affected for those who weren't brought through the space bridge. Given that his brothers had told him of things he hadn't yet himself experienced, it seemed like there would still be an unaltered timeline. He wasn't sure whether there were just now several different versions of his world in which either he or one of his brothers just went inexplicably missing, aside from one where they continued on without any disturbances of an extra-dimensional sort.
So perhaps Poinsettia was still somewhere back with those of their kind, maybe they were all safe, or maybe...
He quickly attempted to pull his thoughts away from that dark track.
"For the most part, I've gotten along with them fairly well. It's true that some are more amiable than others, and I won't lie, some of them may be outright dangerous, but many of us have already fought alongside each other on various missions." He supposed that responses to giant robots would be a lot different between a talking, wild (?) creature and a very tech-enthusiastic mutant turtle teenager. "Not gonna lie, some can still be jerks but in my experience that list is comparatively small, and I have been on this ship for over two years now."
...which was always kind of depressing to remember, his expression twisting into something complicated. He shook his head, turning to the flowers.
The Cybertronian blooms along the vines stretched up across the lower part of the wall grew in soft shades ranging from white to blues and faint purples, suggesting a glow even despite the lights being on in the room.
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So perhaps Poinsettia was still somewhere back with those of their kind, maybe they were all safe, or maybe...
He quickly attempted to pull his thoughts away from that dark track.
"For the most part, I've gotten along with them fairly well. It's true that some are more amiable than others, and I won't lie, some of them may be outright dangerous, but many of us have already fought alongside each other on various missions." He supposed that responses to giant robots would be a lot different between a talking, wild (?) creature and a very tech-enthusiastic mutant turtle teenager. "Not gonna lie, some can still be jerks but in my experience that list is comparatively small, and I have been on this ship for over two years now."
...which was always kind of depressing to remember, his expression twisting into something complicated. He shook his head, turning to the flowers.
The Cybertronian blooms along the vines stretched up across the lower part of the wall grew in soft shades ranging from white to blues and faint purples, suggesting a glow even despite the lights being on in the room.