For a long moment, Ultra Magnus stands there. Many have apologized for what had transpired. True, it would still hurt even if Rodimus hadn't been here; he still would have been forced to kill Tailgate and Hound. It'd still be painful.

But there's not anything quite like how he feels now. Knowing what he had, what he had allowed himself. Even if he'd never outright told Rodimus -- Primus forbid it, how could Magnus? -- it was there. He opened that part of him.

Now all that's left are scars on his mind.

"As am I, Vector Prime," Ultra Magnus responds carefully.

Few can understand. Few will.

That's fine. He just wishes he could easily go back to being the unmovable, unchanging mech he'd been.

Ultra Magnus turns away and takes his business else where. He may as well see how Mirage and others have been going in their recovery.