Dear Chromia,

This is all gonna sound unbelievable, but I ask that ya gimme a chance ta talk. Yer probably already shocked ta hear my voice. This did start as a simple letter, but Blaster suggested I write it an' read it in case ya didn't believe what was on th' datapad before ya. It was Blaster, too, who showed us each in private th' footage'a what went on after th' shuttle was recovered an' right up ta th' launch'a th' funeral ship. I couldn't look long at what was...left'a myself...All anyone could tell was Megatron shot me pointblank. I know ya know all this already, I'm just...tryin' ta cope, too.

I need yer help, too, ta deal with this. I've never had ta write somethin' like this even in all my years'a fightin'. Th' circumstances're admittedly unusual. After all, mundane 'bots like myself don't usually come back from th' dead. Everyone on th' shuttle an' two who perished in Autobot City were lucky ta be part'a a miracle...Well...If ya can call some'a what we went through miraculous. Insane, more like. But we saved people, an' that's still upholdin' th' Autobot way. I'm proud'a what we accomplished an' I'm glad t' be with th' Autobots once again... ...Even if most everythin's changed.

I'm sorry I worried ya, my spark's beloved. An' I'm sorry this war carried us so far apart that things almost disolved between us. But I'm back...an' even while I'm still plannin' on still kickin' 'Con keister, I still wanna come home ta ya.

Keep fightin', love. I'm on my way.

Yours of black an' silver,

Ironhide