“I understand.”  Drift’s mouth took on the flattened smile that had, in time, replaced Deadlock’s perpetual scowl.  He did understand. And possibly Jazz was right. Possibly it was for the best.

Depending on how one defined ‘best’.

Drift didn’t know-didn’t presume to know-why Sunstreaker had done what he did. But he recognized the face of a mech ( Read more... )