There's a wet noise, like a drop of water against the metal beneath them. Optimus finds he can't be too concerned with it, after what just happened. Megatron had just gotten up and walked off as though- and boy does it hurt to think about- as though they were still nemesis. As though they weren't happily conjunxed with all of that behind them.

The wet droplet noise happens again.

"Mister Optimus-?"

He refreshes his optics and focuses on what's in front of him. Oh. His vision's blurry with optic cleaner. That's- that's *him* making that wet noise, isn't it, with streams of said cleaner tapping lightly against his own armor.

He hadn't noticed.

He clears his vocalizer. "Yes, Mo?"

Mo opens her mouth and then flinches back as though she might say something wrong- but Twitch doesn't have any such reservations, and swoops into his view in her place. "We're going to to save Megatron, right?" She asks, excitedly. "We *have* to."

"Of *course* we're going to save him. He just needs to be reminded who he really is." Dot answers for him, which he gives a weak smile at. Anything that takes the pressure off of him.

“Yes. Right. As your mother said.” Optimus states plainly, standing up from where he was knelt on the Cybertronian ground. “But we’ll need a plan of attack.”