The ire, disbelief, and for a glaring, minuscule but obvious moment, hurt and offense.
Yes, he knew that in the end, the Autobots had won. Megatron had fallen, and his loyal third was eternally damned to the shadow zone.
It was difficult enough, really, to ignore the hurt that came when he knew his lord had never even asked what became of him, but surely it had been for the best, in the end. There were more pressing matters-
Megatron wouldn't defect. Wouldn't turn away from the cause.
His body language was blank, the 'con stood motionless, but the environment around him rippled, the heat surging as sparks winked in and out of existence.
The third was not so far gone in the emotions after all, but chances were this wasn't the best reaction]
--liar--
[Soft at first. A recording from that smug, first voice, venom dripping, before it was repeated-]
--LIAR--
[That alternate Megatron again, roaring-
Megatron had fought to the end, hadn't he? He'd fought, died at the end of a blade, even if it was from that worthless insect of a scout. He never would have defected, never submitted, never changed.]
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The ire, disbelief, and for a glaring, minuscule but obvious moment, hurt and offense.
Yes, he knew that in the end, the Autobots had won. Megatron had fallen, and his loyal third was eternally damned to the shadow zone.
It was difficult enough, really, to ignore the hurt that came when he knew his lord had never even asked what became of him, but surely it had been for the best, in the end. There were more pressing matters-
Megatron wouldn't defect. Wouldn't turn away from the cause.
His body language was blank, the 'con stood motionless, but the environment around him rippled, the heat surging as sparks winked in and out of existence.
The third was not so far gone in the emotions after all, but chances were this wasn't the best reaction]
--liar--
[Soft at first. A recording from that smug, first voice, venom dripping, before it was repeated-]
--LIAR--
[That alternate Megatron again, roaring-
Megatron had fought to the end, hadn't he? He'd fought, died at the end of a blade, even if it was from that worthless insect of a scout. He never would have defected, never submitted, never changed.]