Rodimus grimaced. Exploding is not a way he'd wish for any of his friends to go, even if they were alive and functioning again. The trauma of that was probably gonna stick around.

Hey, look at him, being conscious of trauma and shit. Character growth. Score for him.

"Yeah, we were successful. On both missions. The tower was..." His mouth twisted and he shook his head slightly. "Shitty. Whole thing was orchestrated by a Prime and we ended up having to fight two of the witches again back down to Grief Seeds. I'm pretty certain one of them was Antlers."