Transformers.2007 Direct

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.”

A roar of jets split the sky. Not F-22s. A different, sharper sound. transformers.2007

“Watch me,” Sam shot back.

As the sun rose over the cratered ruins of Mission City, the surviving Autobots gathered. Ratchet worked delicate tools on Bumblebee’s chest, a soft blue glow emanating from the wound. Ironhide stood sentinel. Jazz scanned the horizon. But Optimus lowered his head, his optics meeting Sam’s