Arcee is no closer to understanding, and it shows on her face -- but she looks crushed all the same, somehow. Like she's suddenly found herself in a vacuum, all the air sucked from her vents. Every answer he gives only raises more and more questions, her processor swimming in them. The infusion pump drains itself into Orion's arm and she reaches for another energon cube with almost numb hands.

"I -- wait -- back up." Arcee's optics dart from side to side as she tries to process it, tries to make sense of what he's saying. "Who -- told you all this? You don't have the Matrix anymore? What happened? Just -- just tell me what happened." Was this the mind control? Had the entity responsible somehow stolen the Matrix and, what, fed some total scrap to him about what it had done to him? Even as she thinks it, she knows it doesn't make sense. There's mind control, and then there's propaganda. And what would they know of Cybertronians, anyway?