"We're on Cybertron somehow, but it's... broken. It's like blown up into pieces and there's some guy who says he's Bee, but man, he's boring and old."

He's rambling, and it's probably unhelpful, but at least he's not getting crushed.

"And..." Then he pauses, and there's a slight shudder. "There's some 'Con here... he stabbed himself. Just up and grabbed my sword and whap! Right in the chest..."

This time, the shudder is more forceful, and those shoulders hunch at the memory.