The dust settles around you as you clutch the lifeless frame of a young autobot warrior. The poor bot couldn't be older than a few decades in comparison to your million years of existence. The soft crunch of your commander's peds echos across the field as Starscream lowers himself to your side. The seeker's optics scan the fallen bot and move his servo to rub your back, hoping to ease your troubled and shaky vents. An act of comfort is rarely seen from such a bot. The two sit in silence, simply letting you grieve.