Sixshot cycles his optics off and turns away, guilt settling heavy under his spark chamber. He wonders again if this was the right path, the right thing to do, the right thing to ask of Megatron. Was he laying out the path for another tyrant? Worse yet, was he taking away Megatron's dreams just for some peace of mind?
Tarn's exile might have been enough. Even if it weren't, Sixshot was still one of, if not the most powerful mech on this planet by sheer amount of armor and weaponry alone.
And yet...
His thoughts drift to First Aid, his mangled frame, the scent of a spark on the verge of flickering out lingering long after he'd been stabilized. That could be Megatron too.
"... Yes," he says quietly, at last. "If you want to survive a fight like that, then you will have to modify your frame."
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Sixshot cycles his optics off and turns away, guilt settling heavy under his spark chamber. He wonders again if this was the right path, the right thing to do, the right thing to ask of Megatron. Was he laying out the path for another tyrant? Worse yet, was he taking away Megatron's dreams just for some peace of mind?
Tarn's exile might have been enough. Even if it weren't, Sixshot was still one of, if not the most powerful mech on this planet by sheer amount of armor and weaponry alone.
And yet...
His thoughts drift to First Aid, his mangled frame, the scent of a spark on the verge of flickering out lingering long after he'd been stabilized. That could be Megatron too.
"... Yes," he says quietly, at last. "If you want to survive a fight like that, then you will have to modify your frame."