Prowl was usually quite good at hiding his emotions. But that's because most of the horrors he'd seen during the war had been largely physical. He always had one last undamaged sanctuary: his mind. Only now, it'd been invaded by Decepticons and the Autobot that stood before him.

The anger he felt at this invasion by a so-called friend (and deep down, he saw Chromedome as a friend - of sorts) was quick to bubble up. The fact that he was so casual about his return just made it worse. As if nothing had happened.

Prowl was far from happy to see Chromedome, to say the least.

"Has it?"

The question is short and clipped.

"I can leave you to deduce what your victims must feel like once they've put together what you've done to them."