[It was like he'd said to Prowl about Megatron--he had to believe that Cybertronians could be given a second chance. If anyone deserved that, it was Shockwave. The only reason things had gone the way they did were because he was so passionate. That others saw him as a threat, and in trying to silence him, made an entirely new one. As that hand squeezes his, he remembers that this is something to hold onto.

And this time, he wasn't daring to let go.

It was funny, how easily this came after four million years. His gaze remains fixed on the stars, though, focused on a few in particular.]

Mm. They each have stories. Most have been lost over the expanse of the war, but I recognize a few.

[His head nods, towards one in the lower part of the sky. Towards Cybertron.]

Our planet's star is part of one.