Drift had never really let himself fantasize much about being returned to the Lost Light. He'd told Rodimus that it was he who had to leave, that Rodimus had to stay the course and fulfill what Drift was sure was prophecy. But even so, he wouldn't have expected Ratchet of all people to jump ship and come looking for him.

Maybe he should have.

"Oh." Drift rubs his hands over his knees, feeling out cracks and dents in the plating he's never bothered to repair or scuff out. This is -- weird. He's had his own kind of epiphany, started to see what he really has to offer and that maybe, just maybe, he deserves to have his old home back, but it's still new and weird. "So...everyone knows about Overlord now, huh?"

They weren't supposed to know, that was the point -- but apparently it's all been blown wide open now. He wonders if Prowl ever got what was coming to him for his part in all this.