“His anxiousness had returned.
Surrounded by those he’d fought against so long ago, those bots who’d lost countless friends, allies, and loved ones to his hands, to his merciless onslaught, he could sense the rejection of his being.
And with every look, every gaze, every stare in his direction, Cyclonus could feel the hatred, the malice, the dislike for his very existence.
He contemplated for a time the feeling of it all. He pondered their predilection for the saying “ignorance was bliss”, for they truly could not grasp the scope of what had become of him.
He was neither Decepticon nor Autobot, and with every passing day he grew ever more unsure as to what he could possibly be.
And so he remained quiet…
Waiting for the moment they would be caught unawares.”