Optimus Prime moved carefully through the rubble, his optics scanning for survivors. He froze when he spotted her — Blackarachnia, pinned beneath collapsed metal beams, energon leaking from her side. Optimus hesitated, his axe lowering. He couldn’t just ignore her pain — not when he still remembered Elita-1.

“I'll help,” he said softly, gripping the beam and straining to lift it. “You don’t deserve this.”