A laugh bursts from Megatron at Drift’s response. It’s been a while now since he had turned. Since Turmoil had lost one of his preferred Decepticon warriors to the Circle of Light and eventually to the Autobots themselves.

But the war had always kept them apart since then. Drift had been spared the fate that most Decepticon traitors suffered: a timely visit from the DJD. That had been by design, at least at first, when he had initially hoped to bring him back to where he belonged.

Now? Well, now things were a bit late for that.

“What’s wrong, Deadlock? Are you ashamed of your past? Afraid that your new friends will discover who you really are?”

He gestures noncomitally to the passers by before making a step forward.

“It has been far too long since we’ve fought together.”