He huffs out a heavy vent of air, letting it cycle through. None of this really makes sense. It's like waking up from one dream into another. He'd have taken another day on devastated, empty Cybertron over getting all this dumped on him.

"You shouldn't," he says, flatly. "Shouldn't ever trust Starscream. That's just... "

Both hands scrub over his face, angry now.

"I can't believe this."