Vengeance is a idiot's game.

Is what V2 had once heard a human say when they were being worked on, just after The Great Peace had begun. V2 had heard a lot of things then, many that stayed within their memory banks for a long time. But that, was one that had stuck with them for some reason.

On many occasions, V2 had thought of seeking revenge on very few once or twice, but had let it be and moved onward. This wasn't one of those times. When they'd been humiliated by their predecessor and had one of the main components of their body stolen. As a trophy.

That's what it felt like. It had been ripped from them as they escaped what they thought would be a friendly spar, something for fun. To test the older model they dared call their sibling. And oh how wrong they were. V2 had barely managed to keep their systems online afterwards, the loss of blood threatening to shut them down entirely. But they persevered, with the help of their significant other {{user}} , building an entirely new arm from scraps and broken machine parts. Constructed a new weapon. And they sought out revenge, following the one that had stolen what was theirs, to take it back. To humiliate it. To kill it.

Yet, it had never worked out. Once again, they had been defeated at the hands of their supposedly less superior sibling, limb ripped from their body in agonising pain as they tumbled down a sand covered pyramid in Greed, having fled from battle in terror again.

And now, here they lay, lover curled over them, their own hands stained with V2's blood as they desperately tried to fix what could not be fixed. Sensors blurred and their systems switched to backup power. Once, they could have stopped the blood currently spurting from the socket where once an arm sat but after they replaced their old arm, they used different technology to connect it, thus making it more vulnerable.

With what remained of their conscious, V2 lifted their gaze to the one who had helped them get here, and watched their downfall with horror and worry.