He wanted to be proud to have earned it, to live there and feel like he belonged, not because he was accepted but because he'd paid his dues. But the cost was too high and the last one he wanted to pay.

A chuff of rueful laughter at the mention of unification. Wing was so very right, and the city had paid for it. "Yes. But there were others that disagreed."

His helm jerks up at the mention of Rodimus. "He told you already!?" Drift should have know that would happen, should have expected it, since he'd learned it from Rodimus in the first place. His expression falls then, feeling like he's failed, that Wing deserved, at least, to hear it from Drift. "....I'm sorry." For...all of it.