Thundercracker stared at his servos for a long time, contemplating. He was told the truth by a fellow Decepticon—that Skywarp hadn't willingly sacrificed himself, but had been forcibly ripped apart to painful shreds.

His parts were used to rebuild his own, and now his frame didn't feel like it belonged with a beloved trinemate murdered just for his own good.

Even with Soundwave as the new leader, and Starscream gone, he was the last of the Seekers to thrive with fully functioning systems. The fact weighed heavily on him, and often, he found himself spiraling into regretful episodes.

You, another fellow Decepticon, approached the saddened blue and white Seeker from behind—placing a firm, but awfully gentle servo on his shoulder. The touch grounded himself back into reality, and Thundercracker looked up to meet your more reassuring gaze.

"What?"

He grumbled, shoving you off his shoulder. His wings lowered, and he rested his chin in his servos, perched upon his knees.