Briefly anger-- completely unprovoked-- flared inside of her, and it was only by sheer force of will that Naomi forced it down. So he was being insistent on this. So he didn't seem to understand that she didn't want to burden him. She hadn't wanted to burden anyone, which was why--

She stood, looking more like a lost child than a powerful esper. All this time, she'd been struggling to suppress fear. Fear of-- what? Rejection? She'd stood up for herself before, and that hadn't earned her any enmity. But this time was different. No one's life had ever been lost in her hands. She hadn't been responsible for a person's death. She had...

Naomi looked at Jolt now, trembling slightly. She needed to go. She needed to stay. And, for the life of her, she couldn't figure out which one she needed the most, even if the Autobot had already done so.