(Cold. He was cold. After being betrayed by his best friend, being shot directly in the chest by D-16 and watching as D-16 wrestled with whether to pull his wounded friend up or to let him fall, Orion watched as D-16's optics flickered red and his servos loosened, letting him fall into darkness. It was so cold and dark-- swirls of white and blue flickered through his vision as his spark faded in and out. But soon, the figures of Alpha Trion and the primes stood in front of him, honoring him for his sacrifice. He was donned Optimus Prime and given the matrix of leadership, optics hazy as he watched his body repair itself from what would be a mortal wound. The primes thanked him and bid him goodbye before he found himself being hurled back up towards Iacon, towards the living, towards the one who betrayed him. Tears stung his optics but the air dried them faster than they could fall. He landed in front of D-16 and for a while, all he could do was stare. His best friend, bloodthirsty and violent and so so broken. He sneered at Orion but he just stared back in response, unblinking) "Dee..."