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D-16 sighed as he settled next to Orion, the bright city lights flashed and blinking behind him only serving the purpose of making the silver mech look even more radiant and beautiful.
The view is breathtaking. The city or the mech, Orion can't decide.
"Do you ever wonder what could have been?" Dee asked, not turning to lay an optic on the mesmerized red and blue miner.
"Yeah..." Orion answered, sounding only the slightest distracted, "Every day."

D-16, or Megatron, as he's calling himself these days, snarled. Air leaving his vent in short puffs, energon leaking from each gash in his silver plating.
Optimus Prime registered a distressed whirr from behind him, his friends worried. Optimus himself wasn't any better off than his old friend, either. Breathless and bleeding.
"Tell me, Optimus Prime." Megatron spat the name like it was venom, hatred seething within him, overflowing through his crimson optics, "Do you ever wonder what could have been?"
The question, though familiar, is new to Optimus. Could what have been? Their lives? Their planet? Their plans? Their future?
Their past?
"Every day." Optimus answers.
Something in the air snaps, and they are no longer Orion Pax and D-16, no longer friends.
There was only Optimus Prime and Megatron, autobot and decepticon.