The touch was quick, and Optimus almost didn't register it. Almost being the key word. His eyes widen slightly as Shockwave runs his hand along the side of his helm, feeling his systems slightly heat up. He hadn't felt those fingers, those hands on his shoulders in four million years.

"That's right. You were right all along, Shockwave. I became Prime when the Matrix was bestowed upon me, when Zeta was at the height of his Primehood."

Yeah, he was kinda mega fake.

His eyes drift to where Shockwave gestures, seeing the bench and...his eyes shoot wide open, gazing at it. Of all the things to survive...

"I...of course."