He would never admit it, but there’s a part of him - the part that has been growing to loathe what he’s become - that is elated at the chance to prove to himself that we wasn’t just Cybertron’s homegrown monster. That this was more than just an exercise in cold pragmatism. It was a voice he wasn’t too entirely sure where it came from.

But he’s not going to get too carried away here. He was still Megatron, and Megatron was not the type to just accept what he is assuming is his supposed future.

“You know how I feel about dictating fate, Deadlock,” he says sternly,”The war continues in my time, and we will see what happens in that regard once we return. Phase seven awaits - one way or another.”