"Mm, might still happen with mine, who knows. I half-expect them to turn on each other when the 'Cons are all dead." The only difference would be that his Autobots had nowhere to run to... and no way to leave, with their ship blown up.

Then again, that's hardly his problem. He won't go back again. No point, really.

"Other nasty bits..." he snorts quietly. "Where to start?" There's so much. And so much that he's reluctant to tell anyone about. Though there is one related thing...

"Ah. Probably should mention, I'm pretty sure I'm dead back home."