Being comforted by a finger as tall as she is never, ever gets old.

Even if she can't really enjoy it now.

"I..."

Again, her long-held imaginings are forced to shift. When she'd last been among everyone regularly, Earth was going to be their new home. A sanctuary for their giant friends and allies, and a rallying point for the long-lost Autobots.

Even that has changed.

"But the Xanthium-"

Blew up. When they find the means, pay attention, Banes. She goes quiet.

"...where will you go? I may have been in the dark, information-wise, but everyone saw- saw what happened to the planet in the sky. It was Cybertron, wasn't it?"

She remembers that moment, clear as the sunny day she stood in the parking lot of their crappy apartment complex, neighbors screaming and panicking all around as the world appeared in the sky, looming like Armageddon.

She'd known what it was, down in her gut, and wasn't sure if her screaming as it vanished in a writhing vortex was triumph or some sick sort of relieved grief as a world seemed to die, sparing theirs.