"Nothing At All" -Rob Dougan (00:06:32)

The transmetal rat's wanderings had found him in the burnt valley. Nature had not yet had ample time to repair itself, to begin to heal from the damage the flames caused that night. Rattrap couldn't bring himself to admit it, but his raw, open wounds, invisible though they were, continued to feel a similar burning.

This place was a valley of life, a green sunny home destined to fuel the creation of the human race… but he could see it as nothing but a tomb. The battlefield that took that slagging saurian's spark away from him before he ever had a chance to slap some sense into it and show Dinobot how he really felt.

"I hate you," he muttered to himself, the sky and no one.

"I hate you more now than ever, Dinobutt…"

He had to suffer, to feel the pain and the loss, Dinobot had faded away that night to feel nothing. He only wished he could have that numbness as well, to feel nothing at all would be blissful.