Something in the way it's said is what sets Optimus off. Much like how Autobots and Decepticons who couldn't accept that the war was over, Sentinel couldn't accept that he would have to change.
It was a toxic attitude that he's going to stop, and if he has to use his fists for it, then so be it. He almost doesn't say anything for a moment, letting it sink in before he lashes out, almost too quick for someone of his build and grips him by the throat.
He's not stupid--Cybertronians don't breathe, but that doesn't mean he can't pop Sentinel's head off like a wine cork if he wanted to. His fingers dig in, securing that hold he has on the larger bot before slugging him straight down to the ground. Of course, he goes with him, ending up straddling his torso.
"NO. This is on you, Sentinel. And I will not condone you talking down to me like I'm some lower caste member in a segregated world only you see. I am your Prime and you will do as I say.
This world has no need for toxic individuals, so you're going to make a choice."
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It was a toxic attitude that he's going to stop, and if he has to use his fists for it, then so be it. He almost doesn't say anything for a moment, letting it sink in before he lashes out, almost too quick for someone of his build and grips him by the throat.
He's not stupid--Cybertronians don't breathe, but that doesn't mean he can't pop Sentinel's head off like a wine cork if he wanted to. His fingers dig in, securing that hold he has on the larger bot before slugging him straight down to the ground. Of course, he goes with him, ending up straddling his torso.
"NO. This is on you, Sentinel. And I will not condone you talking down to me like I'm some lower caste member in a segregated world only you see. I am your Prime and you will do as I say.
This world has no need for toxic individuals, so you're going to make a choice."