"Had I even a modicum of the self-promoting arrogance that has carried me through all these years," A slight tilt to that expressionless face and subtle inflection to his voice implied an unseen if contrite smile, "Even then I would never claim that what we plan now will be successful."

Knees dip forward, the back of his legs knocking softly against the side of the desk as even the weight of Optimus standing tall over him was almost palpable. Shockwave notes his hand hadn't moved yet he didn't feel compelled to rectify this. It sends pangs pulsing deep in his chest like a freshly healed t-cog shifting constantly as it heals. Nostalgia.

"Yet you and I will, at either our best or worst depending on the perspective, would never be accused of idleness."