The sharp-dentae’d smile sent a pang of fury lancing through his chassis as the broadcast display flashed through his memory again; Agonizingly clear and raw as the day he’d seen it.
“And if I had stayed? What satisfaction would our mutual off-lining bring?
"You are mad.”
"It would not be MUTUAL!!” he spat, snapping his helm back to boring holes in the Prime’s helm with his optics.This proved to be a bad move, as more still enraged battle protocols were forcibly deactivated. Several tons of metal plating refused to sit tight against his protoform.
“I will not fall to you… and if you think I’m mad, heh. You made me this way.” Vision started to blur. Sitting down suddenly became a necessity rather than an attempt to save face. He took the stool and gripped the edge of the bar, trying to count the strange striations in the grain of the wood and ignore the writhing throb. Do not show weakness.
Megatron's back up 