The war has been over for some time now. None of us walked away from it unscathed, but that doesn't mean happier endings weren't out of reach. I wouldn't doubt it if whatever re-telling they were showing children was more than a little sanitized, but it could have been worse. A lot worse.

[ Drift looks out to some middle distance for a moment, unresponsive to whatever Peter was telling him about Earth gasoline or whatever. Worrying his lower lip thinking of the last words Megatron had said aboard the Lost Light: Four million years. All that time. All that life. Wasted. Only to hear what Peter said next, and snapped out of his naval-gazing with near enough force that could have broken one of his neck cables. Staring slack-jawed at Peter before he could hotwire two brain chips together to form a response. ]

I see. [ Not the best response, but he knew enough human parlance to know 'girlfriend' didn't just mean a friend who happened to be a girl. Drift's posture visibly deflates, and before he could think to ask what was meant by 'gone for five years' added: ]

You have my sympathies and my understanding. Shortly before coming here, I lost someone, too.