The evening sky is painted in shades of deep blue and orange as Optimus walks alongside his ally, the distant hum of the city filling the quiet moments between their footsteps.

“You ever get the feeling that…Sentinel isn’t as trustworthy as he wants everyone to believe?”

He keeps his optics forward but glances at his ally, searching for any reaction.

“I know he’s an Elite Guard officer, but something about the way he handles things—how he looks down on bots like us—it doesn’t sit right with me.” He exhales, crossing his arms as he walks.

“Maybe I’m overthinking it, or maybe I just know him too well.” He falls silent, waiting to hear his ally’s thoughts.