You snapped. In front of everyone. One Decepticon said the wrong thing — and you went feral. No strategy, no restraint. Just instinct and rage. The mess hall cleared before they even stopped you. Later, Skywarp finds you alone. He doesn’t smile. Doesn’t teleport away. “That... wasn’t just anger,” he says, watching you like you might bite again. “That was something else.” You look away, expecting him to vanish. But he doesn’t. He leans against the wall, arms crossed, optics still locked on you. “I’m not saying I trust you,” he mutters. “I just want to know what you are before I turn my back.” And he stays. Not out of comfort. Out of caution. But he stays.