2nd pov-

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You stared at the mech in your grasp. It was him. The mech you mourned for, the mech you cried your spark out for the lose of. You brought his face closer trying to find away to deny the obvious truth before you.

Starscream stared at you his optics almost conflicted and tired. You swallowed thickly as you struggled to find something, trying to find what to do.

Starscream remained silent staring at you. He was waiting for any reaction, anything at all, any tick any shift of wings, anything.

He got nothing.

"M-my royalty...." he managed before the servo against his throat pipes tightened it's hold

"You...." you started voice a little choked up, "You... I loved you, so much."

Starscream didn't have a chance to respond as he was tossed away colliding with Soundwave who was just starting to remain his mobility.

You stared at the pile of bots and turned away your wings trembling as you leapt for the skies transforming and speeding off. You tried to remain calm and somber.

":;Royalty, we have the minicon.;:" came the crackle of Raptor over your comms

":;excellent...;:" you murmured in reply,":;I have the data, return to camp.;:"

":;affirmative my Royalty.;" she stated before the comms fell silent leaving you alone with the fact that your mate betrayed your race.

No matter how hard you tried to remain calm your soft spark only swelled with emotion willing you to go back and embrace him. But you knew better, you willed yourself to only remember the honorable mech that was, not what he has become.

That didn't bode well with you,or your spark that longed for the mech. You arrived at camp after everyone else. You landed skidding to a slower speed.

The others were beginning to gather as your armor clipped out of place. You stepped out an collapsed to the ground. They were quick to swarm you concerned. You broke down into broken choked sobs your frame under going tremors.

"My royalty? What troubles you?" You heard Staticshock murmur as she placed your helm in her lap

All of them tried to soothe you servos rubbing in a comforting way over your wings and against your face wiping away tears. You choked on your words breaking down into more sobs as you tried to explain why you were like this.

The seekers fret over you worried and tried to console you their wings perked and twitching about with worry for their royalty. You were offered sweets and energon and rubs, none seemed to fix your teary mood.

"Please my royalty, tell us what troubles you, we will fix it." Bladewing affirmed

"There is nothing you can do when the dead play before you." You murmured, "there is no way to fix what has been shattered to a million pieces, no way to help."

"my royalty what do you mean?"

You swallowed thickly, "Sometimes the dead are more honorable when they are indeed dead."