"I think it was supposed to be purely physical. Rodimus isn't-- wasn't the sort to settle down with anyone." Slowly, Ultra Magnus folds his arms, his optics settling on something else in the room. "I couldn't stay particularly detached in this case."

Not easy. Then there is no easy solution.

"I don't know what to do," he admits. "I was unable to stop this, as I should have."

He let down everyone. Ultra Magnus does not let himself often stagnant with thoughts like the past; he cannot change what has been. He can only control his own actions.

This was... different, of course.

"There is a lot I should have done differently. Perhaps I should have refused him."