[i]Curses, they know the dark secrets which lingers in my circuitry![/i] Krieg thought to himself as he noticed another Autobot, Wheelclimb. If there was one thing he learned in Cybertron's Gladiator Games, well other than how much he enjoyed the carnage, it was that you never expose feelings other than your bloodlust. Krieg turned to face him as he desperately tried to hide the jar. "IT WAS JUST A RUSE!" Krieg boldly declared as he noticed he did a terrible job of hiding the jar, and that it was still in plain view. Krieg stared at Wheelclimb who was crying. "Er my wounds are my ow-" Krieg clenched his left fist as he slammed it down into a pile of rubble.

"W-why couldn't I protect her alone!? How could I fail in such a task?" Krieg shed a small bit of his own lubricant. [i]I suppose there is no point in denying it... My circuitry still aches from my loss. The void it left in me is endlessly colder than space.[/i] Krieg glanced at Wheelclimb, "Your offer is most generous, and I would gladly accept help offered to restore her back to life. This is a task I need help in. It is not as simple as destroying a Decepticon." Krieg stared at him for a bit, before finally replying to the transmission, "I WILL BE AT THE MEETING HALL SOON!" He laughed boisterously as he moved his wife's spark jar closer to him.