[The video opens back on the surface at the farthest edge of Prima's territory, with Optimus still wearing most of the signs of damage taken in the core, barely repaired. His colors are off; blackened with odd marks that are neither burns nor cuts.

He seems...distracted, optics staring out toward the darkness past the edges of the Haven more often than at the camera itself.]


I hope everyone is alright and has found time to be repaired. I know we seem to be missing a few of our number...


[He glances away again with unfocused optics, tensing as if to move away, before relaxing with some visible effort. He rubs a hand over the bridge between his eyes, pained, before rubbing more harshly at some of the black marks marring the blue of his helm. After a moment, he pulls away with a look of disgust.]


I wish to assist in any search being preformed- but I'm afraid I find myself...distracted.


[Another pause; his jaw works under his mask, reluctant.]


I... may be in need of some assistance of my own.