"If they cannot fix it, are they too cowardly to take care of it themselves?"

Why they would put it on the shoulders of the others...it's the Firstforged's duty to take care of the spawn of Unicron. If they're so convinced they're all pitspawn...Nemesis shakes his head, fists gripping.

And then, abruptly, he turns to slam a fist in to the metal rock, emitting a savage, beastlike snarl of - anger? frustration? helplessness.

He does it again.

It doesn't make him feel any better.