He's heard plenty of this drivel from Prime, and tearing it apart was a favorite pastime. But this isn't about mocking Drift. Megatron is dead serious here, as if the assertion of some spiritual fantasy being 'pure good' was a personal affront to his own ideology.
"Dai Atlas was sitting comfortably in the halls of the Senate while you rotted in the Dead End. He wouldn't have even noticed if your spark finally gave out in the gutters. He wouldn't have cared."
The Decepticon tilts his head, optics narrowed sharply. Despite all the cruelty and the needless violence, the fiery rebel rising up from Kaon's underground was still very much alive in him.
"Where the hell was he, with his force of good, when Cybertronians were dying by the thousands to serve the Senate's thirst for automation?"
He moves forward, challenging, not an ounce of ridicule in his voice this time.
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He's heard plenty of this drivel from Prime, and tearing it apart was a favorite pastime. But this isn't about mocking Drift. Megatron is dead serious here, as if the assertion of some spiritual fantasy being 'pure good' was a personal affront to his own ideology.
"Dai Atlas was sitting comfortably in the halls of the Senate while you rotted in the Dead End. He wouldn't have even noticed if your spark finally gave out in the gutters. He wouldn't have cared."
The Decepticon tilts his head, optics narrowed sharply. Despite all the cruelty and the needless violence, the fiery rebel rising up from Kaon's underground was still very much alive in him.
"Where the hell was he, with his force of good, when Cybertronians were dying by the thousands to serve the Senate's thirst for automation?"
He moves forward, challenging, not an ounce of ridicule in his voice this time.