"An enjoyment of the quiet moments or charisma? Because if it's the latter, Optimus, I must inform you that you have always had it." A smile, one of his hands coming up to rest upon Optimus' forearm gently before the smile fades away. "And you."

He's silent a moment longer, venting slow and even before he speaks, voice heavy with emotion. "I have been told a little of my fate. Shadowplay and empurata." Out of spite, and his face darkens quickly. "But not of what it did do me."

He knows he won't be the same. That much is obvious. But he has to know the details, he does.