For some odd reason, I love this panel.
I think, yes, I think it because it shows that in times of war, when your life is on the line, there is no good and evil.
There is only survival.
The Decepticon (whose name I failed to catch, and I’m not entirely sure he was given one for this moment; Borehole??) begs for his life, attempts to plea to his killer’s good natured self because of his faction alignment. The effort is in vain though because Kick-Off doesn’t care. But not only is it vain because he does not care, but because he’s been forced in to a situation where he cannot care. If he does attempt to be some sort of savior or martyr, if he does attempt to plea for his own life and uphold morals and Autobot ideals, he’ll die here. The moment he feels is the moment he dies. And at the core of every sentient life form there is a force, a drive, that pushes us to keep on living. When you’ve stripped away everything else, there is only the basic instinct, the basic need, to live.
And I like how it is shown here. In two panels, we see how brutal war can be.
There is no fighting for good or evil (or rather, fighting for good and fighting against evil).
There is only fighting for your life.
Fictional or real, I will never come to appreciate war. Don’t get me wrong, I mean no disrespect to any soldiers out there who have fought for a cause. But I cannot for the life of me ever look at war positively. There’s nothing good about it, it’s just… chaotic bloodshed on a massive scale because a few political figures couldn’t keep their arguments to themselves.
*sigh* and I shut up now and resume my reading.