Your name is Starscream, and you are adrift.
You can feel Jetfire's field just beside you like he always promised, but-
But you can't see or hear or feel him. There is nothing but him...
Him and the waves of terror building in him like a wave cresting high overhead.
Despair curls and falls into yours like seafoam. You want to cry out to him.
Cradle him like you used to. Whisper all the words you've held in your ember.
Like a secret. Like a hope, pressed like preserved flowers.
That hope trembles, but you reach out with your field like you used to do.
You wrap him up in every ounce of love and trust and understanding you hold.
He's always been yours, just as you've always been his. Everything else...
Everything else is just stardust trailing in the wake of your orbits.
Everything else fades, except...
Except for him, and the memory of hope he has always given to you.
