@invisus from here
      thereâs a pause that follows rodimusâ uncertain words ( he has never been one for apologies ;  & rewind knows them all too well,  broken promises preached again & again ),  visor dimmed & indistinct in subdued blue.  because he knows rodimus is dancing around the subject,  the dented cheek & energon smeared  /  his love playing god,  ready to exchange his life for another.  little else could be the reason for rewind to approach him,  utter those four words from his vox.
      â  he was ready to die,  yâknow.  that stubborn idiot. . .  ready to sacrifice himself to bring him back,  â  his voice feels too forced,  too heavy,  pushing determined words into the open.  digits press against his chassis,  feel the thrum of anticipation in his spark,  â  & i        i feel so guilty for making him think that was what i wanted.  but you knew he would die if he didnât stop,  & you just let it happen !  â
      frustration grows evident tensing joints,  squared shoulders ;  how many times had he let chromedome fall into a self - fulfilling prophecy ?  known the cost on his mind,  yet reaped the benefits of his labor ?  it HURTS,  because he knows that even now chromedome still hurts too.   â  i canât forgive you for being an enabler,  but domey is alive & i canât keep stewing on the past forever.  i. . .  donât hate you or anything,  just promise me you wonât let him inject.  itâs KILLING him,  rodimus,  & i canât lose him.  not again.  â












