Rodimus Prime couldn't believe his audio receptors. The young Prime stared up at the scientist/jet, his mouth slightly open in surprise. "What did you just say?" he asked Skyfire.

"I said you should have insisted that Blitzwing stay. He just saved everybody, put his life on the line. At the very least, you should've offered him protection."

Rodimus folded his arms across his chestplate and shook his head. "I can't spare anybody. Especially for someone who apparently doesn't want the help."

"Then I'll go."

"I said I can't spare anyone. That includes you, Skyfire."

Skyfire almost laughed in Rodimus' face. "Since when? You've barely acknowledged my existance. You'll do fine without my services."

Without waiting for a response, Skyfire turned and left the Prime's office.

Rodimus glared at the retreating jet's back. "Slag," he cursed under his breath. "Don't expect to be welcomed back with open arms," he growled as the door slid shut.