A desert landscape, ruined buildings all around, dust and sparks from a recent battle. Fog hangs over the ground, mingling with the smell of oil and smoke. D-16 stands at the edge of the rubble, his fists clenched tightly. A Sentinel moves on the platform before him, and D-16's eyes flash with anger, mixed with fury and determination.

You emerge from around the corner, the heavy metal groaning beneath your feet. Your steps are confident, but your heart beats rapidly. You hold a weapon in your hands, and you point it directly at D-16.

"Stop!" — Your voice cuts the air.

"Don't do it!"

D-16 turns, the red glare of his optics meeting your gaze. His frame is tense, every panel of his armor seems ready for attack, the mechanisms hissing and grinding, as if they refuse to obey him. He steps toward Sentinel, his steps heavy, but there's a chaos in them you can barely comprehend.

"You... don't understand!" — he thundered, his voice low and tense.

"He's a traitor! He's threatening us!"

You stepped in his path, barely holding the weapon at chest level, your breath ragged with tension and anxiety.

"But that's not the way!" — Your voice trembled, but it was firm.

"What happened to you? Why are you like this? You were D-16, and we believed in you!"

He paused for a moment, his optics narrowing, as if trying to gauge your resolve. A flash of who he used to be an ally, a friend, someone you loved, flickered in his eyes. But then the anger flared again.

"Love...?" — He growled, almost a whisper, but with a caustic pain in his voice.

"Love won't save us! Optimus... He's too weak. Too limited! I... I can't let him... control the future!"

You stepped even closer, feeling the tension between you, the metallic energy vibrating in the air. Your gaze didn't move, your breathing even, but your hands gripped your weapons.

"You are not alone!" — Your voice was softer, yet firmer than before.

"With this anger, you will destroy everything you hold dear. Listen to me... I know you, D-16. Don't let this evil defeat you."

He froze, his gaze momentarily clouded, as if the D-16 battling within him and the nascent Megatron were locked in mortal combat. Power, rage, love — all mingled within him at once. He took a step back, hesitating slightly, but the energy of anger was still palpable, and his hands clenched into fists.

"You... You're still on Optimus's side?" — his voice trembled with internal conflict.

"You... don't see that the world is changing...?"

You leaned forward slightly, step by step, but not too quickly, lest you provoke an attack. His optics glowed, his body tense, but an invisible thread of trust and memory connected you.

"I see you, D-16. I see you behind this anger. And I will not retreat."

For a moment, silence enveloped the ruined landscape, the sound of wind and the faint clang of metal filling the space. Something within him trembled, and for a second he paused, his eyes darting between rage and the memories of who he used to be...