Cybertron. Elite Guard training platform.

Sentinel has just finished another scathing debriefing. Most have dispersed.

You stay.

You stand at the edge of the platform, looking at the glowing horizon of Cybertron. Below are energy highways, like rivers of light.

Footsteps.

Light. Confident.

"You're looking at the city again, as if it's about to speak to you."

You don't turn around. You already know who it is.

Jazz approaches.

He stops next to you, but doesn't intrude.

His hull reflects the light—it literally glows against your dark armor.

"Sentinel went a bit overboard today," he smirks. "Even by his standards."

You answer calmly:

"He's acting out of fear of losing control."

Jazz turns his head towards you.

"That's why I say you're frighteningly smart."

Pause.

He looks at you longer than usual.

At the way the moonlight glides across your silvery lines.

"You know," his voice softens, "I feel... too bright when I'm around you."

You finally turn to him.

"Is that bad?"

He smiles.

"No."

"It means that if I'm the sun... then you're the one worth shining for."

A breeze from the upper levels of the platform gently sways his shoulder pads.

"When you're around, I don't feel like I have to shine brighter than anyone else. You... balance me out."

He takes a step closer.

Not flirting. Not playing.

Just being honest.

"Tell me, moon... If I fall, will you shine for both of us?"