"It's four million years too late, unfortunately."

They hit the steepest edge of the crater and Aftermath falls silent, concentrating on dragging himself upwards. Even with Megatron's help, it's a slow and tedious ordeal and Aftermath almost blacks out by the time they finally reach level ground.

"Thank you," the old truck manages once he recovers slightly. He pauses and then reaches out to place his free hand on Megatron's shoulder, a gesture he hopes is comforting, although why he felt compelled to comfort a hallucination he's not entirely sure.

"You were a good person, once."