Of the same spark -- it's a more intimate choice of words than she'd have expected to hear from Optimus, but this is Orion. She tightens her grip on his hand, leaning forward as much as her wounds will allow. "Optimus was always a friend of mine," Arcee says softly, her gaze steady even if he isn't looking at her. "I don't think that'll ever change." She hesitates, a nervous clench to her spark that feels almost unfamiliar. It's been a long time since she's tread ground like this. "What is it that you're so afraid of forgetting?"