[ The matrix flared to life with in his chasse, responding within a fraction of a second to the attack. Bending the would be murder weapon up and away from his spark chamber- but activating his battle mask in turn. Optimus had arrived alone, as the terms dictated by a former comrade. There was supposed to be talks of peace, of compromise. Their planet was dyeing- Cybertron was dyeing!

But the sensation of that heated blade that skewed his body up inside his mask- it lit something cold and dark a blaze.

A wound that would never heal. A betrayal that would leave lasting marks on an otherwise gentle giant who only ever wanted peace. For a Prime honor was everything-

But for Optimus it nearly meant the end of everything. ]