His mouth gracelessly spat a rather ambitious amount of Energon, as he lied against the ground, hands feeling the cold, disappointing floor.

Not even Optimus Prime.

Multiple injuries across his body, biggest one being the one residing in his dignity.

"You won."

It took all of his proud soul to say that.

Manipulation would've been a weapon, but his mind was elsewhere, clouded by pain, rage, and humilliation.

He wanted to punch a wall, ease the rage.