"I'd have come even if he hadn't sent me."

There's fresh, suppressed hurt in the soft spoken words. Sixshot's footsteps slow to a stop not too far away, pale armor striped by shadows from the surrounding buildings, eyes gleaming in the dark.

"Never imagined it'd come down to this. No. Wait, that," he laughs, pain laced through the sound. "That's a lie. I should have seen this coming since the beginning, but I've been making myself blind overlooking all your mistakes instead."

His optics flare and he takes a step towards his friend, towards the source of all his present grief. It was like Megatron's defection all over again but a thousand times worse, a betrayal so deep it left his spark hollowed out, the empty spaces replaced with a lead core of numbness.

"You're a short sighted and petty little mech, but I trusted you." The wolf mech takes another step closer and the hurt in his eyes turn into a cold, seething fury. His armor unfolds suddenly and he rears back into his bipedal mode, guns flipping into his hands. "You were dear to me. You still are."

"Which is the only reason you're not going to die today."