Optimus's fury has been near palpable, ever since he curbstomped Megatron, but as Ultra Magnus approaches he collects himself for a moment, and vents very slowly and carefully. His optics fall to the wound at his Second in Command's side.

"You will be, Ultra Magnus," he says. "But first I would like to be certain that your wounds are tended to. Ratchet will have a long night ahead of him, but it would be best not to agitate your injuries in the meantime."

Pot, kettle, black, anyone?