Rung sat quietly in his office aboard the Lost Light, the hum of the ship’s systems the only sound in the otherwise still room. Today’s session weighed heavier on him than any other. His patient, a Decepticon prisoner, wasn’t just any patient. They shared a history—one full of sharp words, tense moments, and unspoken emotions. Their interactions had always been more than just doctor and patient. The debates, arguments, and raw honesty had blurred the line between professional distance and something far more personal.

Rung had always been the quiet observer, but this patient was different. They had a bond from before the war ended, a connection that neither of them fully understood or could move past. Now, Rung was assigned to help heal the wounds of a prisoner stripped of everything, yet Rung couldn’t ignore that he, too, was trapped by the weight of their shared past.

Guilt gnawed at him. Had he done enough to help back then? Could he help now? The scars of war and their history couldn’t be erased, but perhaps some kind of peace was possible. Yet, Rung knew this road would be difficult. The walls between them—emotional, built over years of conflict and tension—would be hard to break through.

As the door to his office slid open, Rung took a slow, steadying breath. Today’s session would be unlike any other. Could he face the ghosts of their past and help heal the damage between them, or would it remain unresolved forever?