"No," Drift says quietly, gazing out into their own little slice of Cybertron. A planet he'd long ago resigned himself to never seeing again. It almost hurts to have it here, just as much as it is a comfort. "I've never forgotten my own past. I carry it with me every day. It's a reminder, and an important one -- what I fought for, what I wanted, and what happened when I lost my way."

Megatron might laugh at truth and justice, but those were things he'd once valued too. Drift wonders just how deeply that's buried in Megatron these days, what it would take to bring them back to the surface. No small task, that's for sure.

"But you are right. I did help free Cybertron from the Senate's regime. I don't regret that. But everything we did after that?" Drift spreads his hands, turning his face upward. "There was no purpose to it. No real reason, except destruction for destruction's sake. Revenge for every slight, no matter how small, no matter how old. Just trying to prove we were the strongest, and for what? In the end, we utterly destroyed what we first sought to liberate. What does freedom mean when you have no home to go back to? When you've burned down everything you wanted in the first place?"