Breakdown lay on the medical berth, mostly repaired, yet still inanimate.
I could give him life again, theoretically. But to do that would be falling to Megatron's level. Bringing up the dead; those that had found the only escape from this too-long war. Reviving only for an upper hand.
I sat beside the berth, face in servos with slight distress. I couldn't bring myself to dispose of his frame, yet his presence only gave me affliction. He was the only teammate I had regarded as anything more than such. Someone who, perhaps if the war were to end, I would stay with.
Lucky him, I suppose, managing to leave the battle early. Primus knows when I'll join him.
AN: Inspired by Wrath of God and Child I Will Hurt You [Joneses Remix] by Crystal Castles.