He could feel his life slowly leaking out of him. He sighed, then thought about how he had gotten into this. Just maybe, if he hadn't been so arrogant and power-hungry, he could have been alive and well. Now he was badly injured and dying, with precious energon pouring from his several wounds. Unable to keep himself in an upright position, he lay down on the soft green grass and looked up to the trees. It was a nice place to die, in this forest, where his body would probably lay peacefully for days. As the world started to fade away from him, a thought scratched his distant mind.
I never should have betrayed Megatron. It was my greatest mistake.