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"Hey, Prowl...what's it like?"

"Hm?"

"Bein' blind. Is it, y'know, black?"

The question made Prowl snicker inwardly, though he didn't know why he found it so amusing. He never imagined being able to talk openly about it.

"Not so much black as nothing," he replied. "When you shut down your optics, your visual processors are still there, telling you they're off, correct?"

"Yeah. There's always a signal light blinking in the middle."

"Now take away that light. Take away the perception. You are left with nothing."

"Um...that's hard to imagine."

"Exactly."

"Do you enjoy confusing me?"

"Perhaps." Prowl caught himself. He was being frank, having a conversation--it honestly surprised him how easy it was to talk to Jazz. Deciding to test this, he asked the one question he'd never ask anyone else. "What is it like to see?"

Jazz chuckled in his ear, his voice like silk, "Music for the eyes. Brighter things are louder. Like the sun, man I bet we'd go deaf if it was as noisy as it is bright."

He just explained light in a way Prowl could understand and didn't even realize it. Light used to be just vibrations, a signal from his visor or a breath of warmth against his armor. Those with vision needed it to see. Other than that he never gave it a second thought.

"Is it beautiful?"

"It can be. 'Specially when it shines on you."

- Light

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"Hey, Prowl...what's it like?"

"Hm?"

"Bein' blind. Is it, y'know, black?"

The question made Prowl snicker inwardly, though he didn't know why he found it so amusing. He never imagined being able to talk openly about it.

"Not so much black as nothing," he replied. "When you shut down your optics, your visual processors are still there, telling you they're off, correct?"

"Yeah. There's always a signal light blinking in the middle."

"Now take away that light. Take away the perception. You are left with nothing."

"Um...that's hard to imagine."

"Exactly."

"Do you enjoy confusing me?"

"Perhaps." Prowl caught himself. He was being frank, having a conversation--it honestly surprised him how easy it was to talk to Jazz. Deciding to test this, he asked the one question he'd never ask anyone else. "What is it like to see?"

Jazz chuckled in his ear, his voice like silk, "Music for the eyes. Brighter things are louder. Like the sun, man I bet we'd go deaf if it was as noisy as it is bright."

He just explained light in a way Prowl could understand and didn't even realize it. Light used to be just vibrations, a signal from his visor or a breath of warmth against his armor. Those with vision needed it to see. Other than that he never gave it a second thought.

"Is it beautiful?"

"It can be. 'Specially when it shines on you."

- Light