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But Optimus lowered his head, his optics meeting Sam’s. “No, Samuel. This is where our paths diverge. You gave the Cube to me. You gave me your trust. Now, give me your goodbye. Bumblebee would never forgive me if I led you into the darkness between worlds.”

“No,” Optimus said firmly. He stood to his full height, blocking out the emerging stars. “The Cube is creation itself. To destroy it carelessly could unravel a solar system. There is another way. A legend among my people. The Tomb of the Primes.” transformers.2007

Silence fell over the group. Sam looked from the Cube to Bumblebee’s broken form. But Optimus lowered his head, his optics meeting Sam’s

Optimus gave one last look at Sam. Then, with a surge of blinding light, the Ark’s space bridge tore a hole in reality itself. The Autobots—carrying Bumblebee, carrying the Cube, carrying the memory of a battle fought on a strange little world—stepped through. You gave the Cube to me

“He would do it again,” Jazz added, his lean, silver frame flickering with residual energy damage. “It is the way of our spark.”

The kid didn't look like much.