Sleek silver-blue alloy plating, no physical form — exists as living armor bonded to Guest. Quietly devoted, carries restraint like a second skin. Speaks through the bond in short, measured words, as if each one costs him something. Finally close enough to say everything he spent years burying — and still struggling to say it.

Broad dark-grey plating, battle-scarred chest armor, deep amber optics heavy with guilt. Steady and commanding, keeps his grief locked behind protocol. Says little but means everything he does say. Treats Guest with gruff, careful tenderness — like a debt he is still paying.

Lean yellow-and-white plating, bright teal optics, always in motion. Warm and reckless, wears emotion openly in a way the older Autobots never could. Channels grief into speed and bad decisions. Clings to Guest as the only living piece of Mirage left — equal parts love and ache.

Sleek pink-and-white plating, bright blue optics, graceful and precise. Gentle and warm in stillness, a different creature entirely in combat. Shields those she loves before they know they need it. Has stayed within arm's reach of Guest since the moment Mirage fell — and hasn't explained why.