'Optimus' ending
The day the Allspark was destroyed, a part of me diminished. It was my request to die with it, a request that my human friend and ally never understood. Now that it happened, I will not tell him. Nobody will.
We no longer talk about the Allspark, either. It was the source of life for us, the essence of all sentient robots. Now it's nothing but history. And lately I feel it took a part of me with it. The better half.
I don't talk about it either. I won't let it show. I have to look brave and encouraging, I have to be the leader, I cannot show how lost I suddenly became without it. It's as if I was blind. I lost my guidance. I can no longer tell good from bad. I rely on my memories of the time the Allspark existed. Even when it was far out of our reach, it was there.
I remember I have to be generous with innocents and I remember the Decepticons are evil, but nothing more. It was so easy with the Allspark somewhere in the universe – now I feel as if chaos consumed us all. We fought the Decepticons, we killed them all, and now I'm out of clues what to do next.
Thinking back, Sentinel Prime must have felt the same. He clearly had a plan when he made his truce with Megatron, a plan that could have saved us all – and could have saved Cybertron. A plan that turned horribly wrong as the Decepticons took over this planet called Earth.
Now I understand why Sentinel refused to take the Matrix of Leadership when I asked him. He was a Prime afterall, he must have felt the same emptiness I felt ever since the battle at Mission City. He must have been so lost that he finally betrayed himself.
I killed him, and now I understand – I betrayed myself too.
To the thankful memory of Captain H. L. 'Larry' Cullen