Over the sound of more votes being added to the pile damning him, Starscream‘s optics shuttered at the Ohm Zui, scarcely able to believe his audial receptors. They were asking him... why the mafia would target Gilgamesh? Why?!
“How would I know that?!” he screeched, rearing up to his full height, the sharp points of his wings zipping aggressively upward. “I’m an innocent townsperson just like the rest of you! Granted, I may have made a few mistakes, but I’m being truthful (for once in my life)!”
He turned to Azula, swiftly kneeling down and bowing, wings folded against his back in shame. Although the seeker was much greater than her in height, his posture was clearly reverent.
“Lord M— m-my liege, I will submit to your judgement in this matter. You are, of course, far wiser than I. But I do think it would be a grave mistake to kill me, and for the good of your people, I beg of you to reconsider!”