He wasn't meant to do that. His servos shake as the image of Shockwave's crushed helm flash in his processor. His digits crushed into the scientists' optic, thus splitting his processor beneath him. The images of the dismembered frame under his haunting his surroundings everywhere he looks. His right arm once severed now replaced with Megatron's aches from the pain of his actions. He can't go back to living that way. Optimus sits at the cliff side not far from where the autobots had established base. Elita-One's words echo in his processor, "I see your old self returning." It wasn't true, was it?