Breakdown had been gone for two cycles before knockout let himself linger in the medbay alone not for repairs, Not for routine checks, Just to be there

it had felt wrong at first the emptiness was a yawning, cynical, void devoted of his partners present without the study thrum of his frame, leaning against the berth, without his familiar laughter, the gruff reassurance and the easy companionship, knockout was never wanted dwell survival was performance, and the universe demanded that he had to keep moving, Keep shining, keep Distracting from the hole craved into him

But when the order came, he was devastated, the spark chamber extraction breakdowns remain, shattered, knocked out refused. He sealed the room and against his better judgment that his serves over the casing of his partner‘s extinguished life after Dreadwing recovered his body after the Aracind massacre, soon after that day and after the burial, knockout felt a bit off, kept purging, kept eating along of Enegron and kept getting emotional so he did a self scan and found out he was sparked, he knew this was a second chance…he promised to keep the sparkling save