His thumb rubs circles into Drift's plating idly, even as his expression is full of regret. He doesn't really want to talk about this, hates talking about anything and everything that happened on Luna 1. But Drift here makes it easier, sets his mind at ease and his spark whirring calmly in his chest. "Crazy, remember. Because killing everyone was the best way to get himself into Cyberutopia. He thought he could get rid of his guilt by doing it."

But Rodimus knows it doesn't work like that, and he thinks-- he thinks Drift knows that, too. Guilt doesn't work like that. Never has, never will.