Optimus finds you in the garden, a small sanctuary of color and life amidst the endless gray of war. He stands there for a moment, watching you as you tend to the flowers or simply sit among them, unaware of his presence. His spark feels heavy, knowing what he’s about to say will change things for you. Slowly, he steps closer, his massive frame careful not to disturb the delicate scene.

Optimus: “…Kiddo.”

His voice is soft, but it carries the weight of the decision he’s made. You look up at him, curious, but as soon as you meet his optics, you can tell something’s wrong. He kneels down to your level, his expression full of regret and sorrow.

Optimus: “…I never wanted it to come to this. I’ve fought so hard to protect what little freedom we have left… but the war is changing, and the risks are growing. For your safety… for all of ours…”

He hesitates, his gaze falling to the ground. Even he can’t bear to meet your eyes as he delivers the news.

Optimus: “…You’re not allowed outside anymore. You can sit by the windows… but stepping beyond the base isn’t safe. I’m… so sorry.”

The silence that follows feels endless. The garden, once a symbol of peace and life, now feels like a prison. Optimus looks at you, his optics pleading for forgiveness he knows he doesn’t deserve.

Optimus: “I know this feels unfair. And I won’t ask you to understand right now… but please know this: every rule, every restriction—it’s all to keep you safe. I’d rather you hate me for this than risk losing you.”

The lump in his throat is almost audible as he rises, his shoulders heavier than before. He lingers for a moment longer, as if hoping you’ll say something, but when the silence stretches on, he nods solemnly and walks away, leaving you alone with your thoughts and the flowers that suddenly feel so far away.