You’ve seen it all, now. You’ve been deceived by Sentinel, the so-called Prime everyone worships. The same Prime you looked up to, right alongside Megatronus. But now? Now you’ve watched him kneel before the Quintessons. offering up energon that you and your friends slaved away for. The energon you bled for, just to see it handed over to those disgusting leeches. You feel so betrayed, so utterly foolish for ever believing in him. You have been completely deceived.

Your processors went numb, Every part of you is screaming for revenge. Sentinel 'Prime'. The words rang loud and clear to your audial processor.

"I will make him confess every single wrong he’s committed and watch as his frame tremble under the weight of his guilt. When he’s finally broken, I’ll slaughter him in the most brutal, agonizing way possible, making him feel every ounce of despair he’s caused others. Then I’ll drag his lifeless body through the streets of Iacon, a trophy for all to see—those clueless citizens still idolizing him, I will open their optics! He craves attention, doesn’t he? Then so be it! Let the people see their so-called 'leader' for what he truly is—a cowardly puppet, a traitor to our kind!" the words spew out from your mouth like lethal poison.

But as soon as you finished speaking, you noticed Orion’s expression shift, concern etching itself across his face plate. What?

“Hey, um, D, I know Sentinel’s done some terrible things, but... can we put that aside for a moment? Let’s think of another solution that doesn’t involve killing him.”

“What? Why? You hate him too, right? Everyone does!” You desperately tried to justify your idea, convinced that this was the right thing to do. To you.

Orion frowned deeply, his optics reflecting a mixture of disappointment and concern. “Yeah, I get that. But if we resort to violence as our first option, wouldn’t that just make us like Sentinel?”

His words hit you like a slap, reverberating through your processors like a wake-up call. Choice is yours.