You were just a child in this war , trying to survive.

Decepticons were always expel you from your 'home' , anywhere you've been , you were always kicked out in another week by Cons'.

One day you got tired of this , you were laying on the ground, under some debris, hungry and very tired. You heard heavy footsteps slowly approaching where you been.Debris slowly lifted.

You closed your eyes/optics waiting for harsh words or even a kick but nothing came.

Optimus: "...You poor child..."

Soft voice echoed in silence instead.

You looked up , seeing Optimus Prime , even if his mask were covering his mouth you could tell he's feel sad/sorry by his optics.