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What's worth living for?

...Dying for?

What, praytell, sparketh thy inquiry into this matter?

Every so often I find myself running out of reasons. [If Wheeljack is at all perturbed by Beta Ray Bill's appearance, there's no evidence of it. Giant robots should ideally not throw stones.]

I thought maybe I could get re-inspired, while I'm still here.

[Blessed with a monstrous appearance, Bill's interactions have been automatically pared down to those who will see him for who he is, rather than what he looks like. And he had met many creatures far stranger than himself.]

I shant patronize thee, for surely thou art already mindful: one must determine such things for their own way.

Instead, I canst give thee mine own creed: If the cause be just, and the path be honorable, I am prepared to give all that I am for those who wouldst be grateful. Such power, put to any other purpose, wouldst be squandered.

I'd... have to think about it?

That's good of you. [A cracked grin.] And you've got a point, nobody can really give you a purpose outside yourself.

...That is really not a bad belief system. How long have you been at it for?

Ever, uh. Have any near death calls?

[No small line of questioning. After the first few centuries, who's still counting?]

In many, many years, have I danced with her. Death. We have waltzed, twirled, rolled and frolicked. Many times have I been sure my time had come, but yet I seem meant to persist a while longer.

Yeah, that sounds familiar. [A huff, then a more considering evaluation.] Wears you down sometimes, it says a lot that you're still focused on helping people. I can't say the same, all the time, but... Gotta try.

You can call me Wheeljack, or WJ, or Weej, or. Jack. Anything you want.

Verily, even the most vigorous hast their moment of fatigue.

Surely, the pleasure be Beta Ray Bill's to know thee, Wheeljack.

[As he understood it was the custom, he extended his right hand to shake. Any size or strength differential didn't seem to occur to him.]

. . . StrexCorp.

Family, kind people, and things that are good and happy. And the times those things are the same thing.

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