"It's Megatron," Ultra Magnus spits, the name rolling from his lips like a curse. "No explanation needed." He straightens up, pushing his own fatigue to the far reaches of his processors, and takes up a position on Sentinel's left side.

He doesn't deserve the right.

"I'll be here if he shows his face again." He pauses and the surety in his voice wavers briefly. "That is… if you'll have me, sir." Maybe he's rushing into this. Maybe he's too eager to have a shadow in which he can stand. But defending Sentinel Prime from another assault by Megatron is the only thing that makes sense when he's just awoken outside his cell with the Seeker drones nowhere in sight. He needs that stability right now, that anchor. That reason to keep moving.