[So we wonât be able to help them.] Tricerashot frowned. That was scary. The idea of his brothers being in danger again was terrifying to him. He knew that he was to weak to do any good. He closed hie side of the bond for a moment so his guilt wouldnât ping through any more than it already had.
It was hard for him to trust even Optimus. The mech was nice, all of the âbots they had met were, butâŠ
It was just⊠he couldnât bring himself to. There was a wall there, and he could not find any way around it, over it or under it. No matter how much he wanted to.
But he collected his thoughts, buried them and re-opened their link. [Sorry.]
[ But they were going to find a world to settle on without other Cybertronians. Even the few Autobots here on Earth donât know where the others have gone - they very carefully didnât ask, so they couldnât be compelled to tell anyone. ]
He had a hard time imagining anyone who could compel the Lieutenant to give them up, much less the Prime - but the others? Them, Buzzstrike could not be as certain of. They might not intend to betray information, but could blurt something out without thinking Grimlock or Sideswipe, or if someone were to threaten their comrades Drift or Strongarm.
He waited for Trice to open their bond again, never once doubting that his fellow Mini would when he was ready. His brother might not trust the Autobots, but they couldnât help but trust each other. [ You have nothing to apologize for. Or we both do, ] he added with a small wry smile. [ I havenât quite figured that out yet. ]
