Blight pretended to ignore Caedia as she clearly took notice of him, but it was far too late to avoid any confrontation.
"You haven't changed much, brother," she hissed. "Still working instead of spending time to make friends."
Blight, obviously annoyed, stuck his head out of his form. "For one, who are you to talk about making friends, and two, I have too made friends! I just... don't remember their names very well, so don't ask."
Caedia sighed and took a seat at his table. "I just wanted to say that I'm sorry. I'm sorry for running to the people who said they could help me."
"Without a warning?" Blight grumbled. "Without a note, or a, 'Be back soon!'"
"I know we've both chosen our sides-"
"Maybe there is a reason I chose the Autobots," Blight frowned. "Outside of just saving lives and scrap. Maybe I was afraid that the Decepticons would abduct me like I thought they had you. But, figuring out that you joined them? That only made me afraid of them more."
Caedia slammed an exhausted fist to the table, but found no words to say back. She pushed out her chair and began to stroll away. "Tell your friends hi for me," she wearily gurgled as she distanced herself from her brother.