Mind

He had some slight difficulty entering a rest cycle; when he switched off his sensory system, his processor abruptly retrieved instead the towering pillar of flame erupting from Cybertron’s surface, and a sudden terrible grief attempted to take hold of his system: they were dead, all of them, even those who yet lived in this universe…Galvatron…

But he had a wide experience of grief, and he had only once permitted it to interfere with his duties. He opened his processor to it fully, enduring for precisely forty-seven astroseconds the blistering agony it sparked along all his emotional circuitry, and then he flushed his system and loaded back in the debate from his tertiary memory bank. He programmed his power flows to begin gradually receding towards rest-cycle levels over the next two-point-three minutes, and let it take the rest of his system down with it. He sank into rest cycle after only one-point-seven-two minutes, with Atrophy of the Palladian Knights arguing that the paramount quality of a warrior was the speed of his decision-making in the field.