Drift relaxes by fractions when Megatron doesn't escalate the situation, silently relieved, but he stays on his guard. If Primus sent Drift here, then he must have sent Megatron, too -- to, what, give them both equal chances at redemption for their past sins? But you have to want to do good to deserve that redemption, and Drift is pretty sure that isn't on Megatron's bucket list right now. Drift keeps his expression flat and unyielding.

"You were once a mech of your word," he says. "You have a chance here to prove yourself on your own actions. We'll see if that still holds true."

His expression flickers again, but this time with some mix between mild surprise and puzzlement. Then he narrows his optics slightly. "The war is over, Megatron. You lost. Cybertron has been reborn, and what's left of our race is finally rebuilding what we destroyed in our struggle to control it. That's what you'll be saving: a world finally at peace."