Breakdown.
Why?
Why are you gone?
Why did you leave me?
It's not fair. Why did she take you from me?
She will pay. I swear it. She will pay with her spark, that which she took from you and me. I will make her pay if it is the last thing I do.
We could have gone to paradise, you and I. Just us. No Megatron, no Starscream, no Autobots, just us in paradise. But you had to leave.
Why?
You didn't leave anything for me, not a single reminder. Only fading memories drowning in tears.
I think I know how that blue Autobot feels. Arcee, I think, is her name. When Screamer killed Cliffjumper. I know how she feels… but she cannot imagine the pain of losing a sparkmate.
I mourn for you. For everything that could have been, should have been. What will I do?
Breakdown.
Why did you die?
But if all I have left of you are memories, I will never forget. Never.
It is almost as if I can still feel you, in pain, longing. It is so strange. Are you still there? Waiting, perhaps, for me to find you? I remember something you said one. You said you were happy with me, so happy you could die. I think you were quoting a squishie song.
I can't shake that feeling. It is so familiar yet completely strange. Do you know what it is, Breakdown?
(Please, help me.)
Was that you?
(Please.)
It doesn't sound like you. Who is it, Breakdown?
Who is it?