Transformers.2007 Instant

“His spark is intact, Samuel. It flickers in the dark. He gave his voice for you once. Now, we must lend him ours. But the journey to Cybertron’s moon is long. And the Decepticons still have ears on Earth. Starscream escaped.”

Lennox felt a strange pang in his chest. Hours ago, he was hunting these things as weapons of mass destruction. Now, he was standing guard while one of them mourned. He looked at Captain Sharp, who was coordinating human casualties. The man gave a curt nod. The military’s job was containment. Lennox’s job had just become… diplomacy. transformers.2007

Lennox grabbed his radio. “All units, defensive positions! Autobots, get the hell out of here!” “His spark is intact, Samuel

“We came here fleeing a war,” he said, his voice echoing across the silent street. “We found a new one. But we also found something we had lost. Hope. And a boy who taught us that courage is not the absence of fear, but the will to speak when your voice shakes.” Now, we must lend him ours

Sam just nodded, his jaw tight. He wasn't looking at the Cube. He was looking at the still, gray form of Bumblebee, his guardian, lying crumpled against a shattered fountain. Legs twisted, optics dark, a quiet hiss of escaping coolant the only sound.