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Cleric, courier, comforter… the dent in the palm of his hallowed hand a tear-shaped testament to the billions of dying sparks that he's ferried from this world to the next.
Appointed by Primus to sanctify the corpses of His progeny and convey their sacred essence to the afterspark, he alone can find the light within the light! The spirit within the spirit!
…I can't believe anyone says that about me. It's all very… florid, but it is very loosely based in fact.
I don't ferry souls or act by the will of Primus; I simply record the deaths. Every death, of every Cybertronian, anywhere. And I make memorials to them. Everything else is what others choose to believe.