If talking to Orion had been difficult, Arcee is dreading telling Rodimus about this, to tell the truth. She'd just barely held it together in there, but she has a feeling Rodimus isn't going to take things quite as well. And if she's totally honest with herself, she doesn't think she's going to have a hard time identifying with how Rodimus feels, for once.

They've been using a little cave near where they'd parked the Rod Pod for now, since they had to lock Orion in the ship when they'd brought him back from the fight. Arcee finds Rodimus inside, her optics alight with heavy concern. Better ease into this one, she thinks. "Hey," she says quietly, her gaze falling to his shoulder. She'd done her best with the first aid kit, but it still looks pretty nasty. "How's the shoulder?"