It's hard not to be moved by his sincere selflessness, his determination to do the right thing at whatever personal cost to him. It's what drew her to serve under Optimus Prime in the first place. But Orion, similar as he is, still isn't quite Optimus -- he's younger, not so accustomed to war, and he's been through so much lately, it almost makes her wish he could be more selfish. More than anyone else she knows, Orion deserves to have something of his own for once.

But duty calls and war makes its demands and they both understand that all too well. Just watching him with soft optics, mindful of the transfusion, she pushes herself slowly all the way upright, wincing as she slowly swings her legs over the edge of the table so she can face him. It's as close as she can get to standing right now, and it's clear it takes some effort, but she reaches out to clasp both her hands around his considerably larger one, feeling her spark tighten and swell with emotion. It's still a little strange, sometimes, to be this personal with someone who used to be Optimus. In some ways, Arcee is closer to Orion than she had been with the bot he'd used to be.

"You know whatever you decide," she says, her gaze locked on his face, "I'm with you. One hundred percent." She smiles faintly then, just a small fond quirk of the corner of her mouth. "I'm not going to lie, though, I'm...going to miss you."