"Partnership isn't dependence and compromise isn't weakness," Sixshot draws his hand back, spark achingly heavy. "If you really wanted strength and self sufficiency, you would concert your efforts with the rest of ours and present the Autobots with a united front. You acted as a rogue agent instead."

He stands there for a long moment, expression unreadable and half hidden behind the hand he'd covered his face with.

"... I don't really know why I'm trying anymore." The Sixer's voice drops to a whisper, static laden and exhausted. "You can't undo anything anyways."

Slipping his gun back into his inventory, he transforms once again into his wolf mode, shadow falling over his kneeling lover's form.

"Megatron is waiting. You can come with me or I can make you."