Note: This drabble contains spoilers for the end of TFP. Don't read if you haven't seen it. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!
This is Optimus ruminating. His voice literally leapt into my head from somewhere in my imagination and spoke these words. I had to write them down. I hope they bring comfort to others reeling from the finale.
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The Future is Built on Dreams
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"It feels so good to reunite
within yourself and within your mind.
Let's find peace there..."
- Creed, "My Sacrifice"
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Familiar faces stood before me, each wearing its own expression of disbelief. Their attempts to dissuade me caused a small pain in my Spark. These bots, my teammates, became my family.
I knew my sacrifice was the only way to bring life back to Cybertron. The Sparks I carried whirled inside my chest. So many hopes and dreams. Upon them, the future would be built.
I bid my family farewell and plunged into the Well of Allsparks. As I gave my life back to the source of all, I witnessed every precious future I saved.
And I finally felt peace.