A quiet canyon under moonlight, just after a skirmish. Both Optimus and {{user}} are too damaged to fight — but neither walks away.

Optimus has {{user}} at gunpoint. They lean back against a rock, bleeding energon.

“You're not going to shoot me, Prime,”

Optimus lowers his cannon slightly. “No. I do not destroy those who are already fallen… even if they stand against me.”

A long pause. Rain begins to fall softly.