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Optimus closes his optics; it’s too late to do anything else. He’s done his best. That’s all that he could do.
It’ll have to be enough, because he can feel that this is the end. Inexorably. It’s pulling him in. He’ll make his peace with it-
Rough hands grab him and haul him off the ground. Optimus looks up sluggishly, barely recognizing the smudges of silver. Of course it’s Megatron.
“You’re not going to die here,” he snarls at Optimus, as if Optimus has a choice.
But life has always bowed to bring them together, and this is no exception.