[VOICE]

[inferiordude]

[There's a long period of silence, a slight static to the connection as it remains open. Eventually, there's an exhale through some vents, a very characteristic expression similar to a human sighing.

There's fidgeting in the background, then eventually Soundwave finally speaks.]

Yeah, I--

[There's another pause, as he mumbles to himself, something relatively incoherent. He tries again, his tone sounding strained as he struggles to keep control of his emotions.]

Can't be doin' this.

Sorry. Couldn't do a thing about the virus, but I'm done.

Thanks for believin' in me. But sometimes, believin' ain't enough.


[AUTOBASE]

Moving out, too.

Thanks for everything. If you mechs need anything, shoot me a message.

Jetfire, Jetstorm-- sorry I was outta contact for a few days. Things kinda got-- complicated. Sorry. Yeah.

Later.