Arcee smiles faintly despite herself, despite Orion's obviously grave mood. It's hard not to. This is all still so strange, in quiet ways that creep up without her noticing. "That's what Optimus wanted, too. To bring an end to the war and just...bring everybody home." The smile fades from her face and she winces slightly as she feels the fresh energon being pumped into her system, feeling her fuel tanks churn. "And I'm...doing everything I can to do that in his stead."