Rodimus is watching Optimus, his optics wide, searching his expression for a reaction...to no avail. Usually difficult to read, Optimus is now impossible.
This isn't how Rodimus had hoped Optimus' return would be. It isn't how he'd envisioned he own return to the Autobots was going to be. He'd wanted to do something good, something worthwhile. He'd been hoping to do something that would make Optimus proud.
Instead he feels like he betrayed him.
"I didn't know what would happen...I....I thought it was harmless. I had no idea...if I had, I wouldn't've...I'd've never..."
He breaks off, his anxiety about what he'd done reaching a pitch, straining his voice and he realises how futile and childish his explanation sounds, anyhow. It didn't frankly matter what he'd thought...he did it.
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This isn't how Rodimus had hoped Optimus' return would be. It isn't how he'd envisioned he own return to the Autobots was going to be. He'd wanted to do something good, something worthwhile. He'd been hoping to do something that would make Optimus proud.
Instead he feels like he betrayed him.
"I didn't know what would happen...I....I thought it was harmless. I had no idea...if I had, I wouldn't've...I'd've never..."
He breaks off, his anxiety about what he'd done reaching a pitch, straining his voice and he realises how futile and childish his explanation sounds, anyhow. It didn't frankly matter what he'd thought...he did it.