He has to look up at the wounded apparition now to see it glaring down at him.
“…Fine. Nothing is there.”
He glanced at the hole. “…He can’t speak. He isn’t there! And believe me, Smokescreen. I would much rather you be plagued by this sight. Better you get to see your mentor again than to have his image seared into my mind.”
“You just said you saw him- And I wish that were the case, too. But- I can still try to talk to him, yeah?”
And he’s going to focus on the empty space, trying to picture Optimus there, “Hey Optimus- I hope you’re doing okay in the allspark- and that it’s more peaceful there. Things could be better here- but I’m sure they’ll get better soon enough! Aw man- I should probably show Megs the progress on the crystal gardens, so you could see it.”
Even if Optimus really isn’t there, the image of Megatron being annoyed by Smokescreen trying to interact with Imaginarimus Prime is too much.
Smokescreen gets what he wishes: an extremely annoyed Megatron. Though, it is more due to the gentle smile Optimus offers his cadet.
“He isn’t real. He doesn’t understand you.” This earns another glare from the Prime and he begins to walk towards Megatron. He glares right back and waits for the incorporeal thing to do what it will.
