He gives a sad smile. "I don't want to think about that." Because he realizes it means Wing, all along, in the blade. It's much better to be here, with Wing alive, his systems purring softly against him.

"I don't know," he sighs. "Because it wasn't really Rodimus, was it? Nor Megatron. Not at the end. Maybe it's better to remember them, you know, before here." Some things were better before here. Some things better after, he thinks, shifting his head forward to place a kiss on one of the sleek, silver thighs.