At first he simply stares. Breakdown had remained after Impact had left. Without the association of the little orange femme, Megatron becomes confused again, remembering the death of his medic’s assistant. Another death among millions that had been his fault.

Not that that registers to him anymore. Now he may ask whether or not Airachnid lives, or the productivity of mine shaft 27-B. Even living in the past, he knows the difference between a mech and the deteriorating, twisted husk that Silas wore.