The swirls coalesced further, condensing, edges sharpening as the form took more material shape. Finally, a discernable figure stood before Wing, one the mech would recognize from his people's lore of old.

YOU WERE CHOSEN. YOU ARE NEEDED. YOU MAY NOT CONSCIOUSLY REMEMBER, BUT YOU WERE ASKED IF YOU WOULD BE WILLING TO CONTINUE YOUR PRESENT LIFE'S WORK BEFORE MOVING FURTHER ON ALONG THE PATH OF YOUR EXISTENCE.

YOU SAID YES.