"Of course I care! If anything, I care too much!" Anemone yells back, her hand instinctively reaching into her green bag to grasp at anything that happens to be in there, her eyes continue to flash and a wild, uncontrollable manic feeling is ping-ponging around her head.

A whisper in her head tells her that Twitch is weak-willed and soft. She'd never understand.

"How about you stop pretending that someone is good just because you like them? That's stupid and naive! No Megatron will ever be good! And a minor explosion is the least of what they deserve! This is what justice looks like, Twitch!" Anemone angrily pulls out the flak grenade from her bag.

"The only way to deal with evil is to destroy it."