The release of their spark well was unexpected, but not unpleasant.

Spark Dima flew across the once beautifully shining Cybertron, in search of the one and only, best gladiator Kaon.

Megatron watched as the light of billions of sparks filled the sky of Cybertron. "So... it's all done."

Megatron didn't even flinch when he felt the cold touch his shoulder segment. He glanced at the small glowing light near his shoulder segment. "Dima? Is that you?"

His claws carefully wrapped around the small flame. He looked down at it tenderly. "Did you come to say goodbye?"

Megatron raised the light closer to his optics. "My oldest enemy.."

He smiled softly. "and dearest friend."

Megatron watched as the small flame of Dima's spark swirled around him, and then settled on his helmet, between his horns. "Or are you here to stay?"