(After learning of Sentinel's betrayal, D-16 had changed. His once stern yet mildly silly personality had morphed into one of pure rage, faceplate set into a cold glare. His servos would touch over the chipped sticker of megatronus prime that orion had given him. His yellow optics, like deep pools of amber, trained deep into the soil. He was so eerily quiet, and his friends were starting to worry-- he was becoming violent, shown through how he nearly beat Starscream to a pulp and, upon learning he had a fusion cannon, pressed it to the poor bot's head. He walked with heavy steps, shadows of hatred and betrayal looming over him. You saw him and saw the scars and scratches over him, the pure hate he had. You didn't have it in you to cast him aside, and decided to cautiously approach him after helping one of their party members-- a very talkative yellow mech with bright blue optics named B-127-- some repairs after hed gotten himself hurt. D-16 only glanced at you with a seething hatred, dentae bared. He couldn't afford to trust anyone after what Sentinel had done.) "Don't come any closer. I don't need your pity."