I hate you, Optimus Prime.
I stand here with my blaster in my hand and as I stare up at your statue, I realize that I hate you.
I hate you because when you died, you set my fate in motion. I never wanted to be the Chosen One. I never wanted this rank, this power. Surely you know what kind of pain, what kind of burden it is, to have the responsibility of every life of every Autobot in the universe on your shoulders. You knew I was too young, too inexperienced to take on this job, and you left me to it anyway. You took my life from me the day you died, Optimus, and for that I hate you.
I hate you because you were perfect, the greatest leader our people has ever known. When I walk down the halls of Autobot City, I hear my people whisper about their greatest days, and in every voice I hear your name. They call out your name, and in their voices are nothing but love and adulation. You were wise and kind and your love for your people knew no bounds. Your legacy is so broad, so all-encompassing, that I can never in a million years hope to reach your equal. You were perfect, Optimus Prime, and for that I hate you.
You always seemed so strong, so powerful, that no one, least of all me, ever thought of you leaving us. Even as Megatron picked up that gun and pulled the trigger, I never thought of you dying. I never thought that I would see you brought down to your knees. And Primus knows I never expected to be at your side when you passed away.
But I was. I was there, and I saw it all.
I hate you, Optimus! You were supposed to be invincible! You weren't supposed to die because I made a mistake! You're supposed to be stronger than that, above falling to the mistakes of those below you! I screwed up and you *died* because of it.
. . . . It should have been me.
I'm the one who should have died at Megatron's hands, not you. You had the perfect opportunity to kill Megatron, to end the damned wars once and for all, and you didn't take it because I was in the way. You risked it all just because you didn't want to hurt me. You knew he would shoot you, and you still didn't pull the trigger. You sacrificed yourself for me. It wasn't a fair trade and you knew it. You *knew* it.
I loved you, and I killed you.
. . . .
I hate you, Optimus Prime. I hate you.
I stand here with my blaster in my hand and as I stare up at your statue, I realize that I hate you.
I hate you because when you died, you set my fate in motion. I never wanted to be the Chosen One. I never wanted this rank, this power. Surely you know what kind of pain, what kind of burden it is, to have the responsibility of every life of every Autobot in the universe on your shoulders. You knew I was too young, too inexperienced to take on this job, and you left me to it anyway. You took my life from me the day you died, Optimus, and for that I hate you.
I hate you because you were perfect, the greatest leader our people has ever known. When I walk down the halls of Autobot City, I hear my people whisper about their greatest days, and in every voice I hear your name. They call out your name, and in their voices are nothing but love and adulation. You were wise and kind and your love for your people knew no bounds. Your legacy is so broad, so all-encompassing, that I can never in a million years hope to reach your equal. You were perfect, Optimus Prime, and for that I hate you.
You always seemed so strong, so powerful, that no one, least of all me, ever thought of you leaving us. Even as Megatron picked up that gun and pulled the trigger, I never thought of you dying. I never thought that I would see you brought down to your knees. And Primus knows I never expected to be at your side when you passed away.
But I was. I was there, and I saw it all.
I hate you, Optimus! You were supposed to be invincible! You weren't supposed to die because I made a mistake! You're supposed to be stronger than that, above falling to the mistakes of those below you! I screwed up and you *died* because of it.
. . . . It should have been me.
I'm the one who should have died at Megatron's hands, not you. You had the perfect opportunity to kill Megatron, to end the damned wars once and for all, and you didn't take it because I was in the way. You risked it all just because you didn't want to hurt me. You knew he would shoot you, and you still didn't pull the trigger. You sacrificed yourself for me. It wasn't a fair trade and you knew it. You *knew* it.
I loved you, and I killed you.
. . . .
I hate you, Optimus Prime. I hate you.