As he walked down the snow-white slope, looking only at the velvet carpet of ice below, Tigatron could hear his heart break one piece at a time.
"She was my only true friend in this form. The other Maximals appeased my Cybertronian need for companionship, but it was Snowstalker who made me feel complete." The Maximal stopped in mid-step, holding his right paw barely above the surface. Almost as a frozen statue, Tiagtron waited for something. The frigid air blew through his body, sending white and black hairs swirling.
"Did I truly expect an answer?" Tigatron said to himself. "Here, on this far and distant world?" The Maximal finally lowered his right paw to the ground.
"Tigatron, Maximize." The activation code was barely audible, concealed by the whisper of the cold wind and the lack of energy in Tigatron's voice. In robot mode, Tigatron again stood completely still. While his body remained motionless, Tigatron's face was a mixture of concentration and pain. After almost a mega-cycle, the Maximal finally moved.
Raising both clenched hands into the air, the broken Cybertronian cried out to his God.
"Primus! Why did you take her from me? Why did you allow her to be taken from this world? She did no harm to anyone. She_was_innocent! And you let her die! Why? Why did you let her die? Why?" The last word was torn from his vocal units, a scream of anger, loss, and confusion. He had been forsaken by his God. Hours of preperation, hours of ceremony and prayer.
"All of my efforts have been for nothing. Primus has chosen to let me suffer in silence. It will be entirely up to me now to find my own answers." As he finished his final statement, Tigatron lowered his head to the ground. The brilliant snow so reminded him of Snowstalker's pure, beautiful body. And as he reached down and placed his right hand into the snow, the final realization of Snowstalker's death sunk into Tiagtron's soul.
