The silence that came this time was far longer as Megatron considered his options. Whether he liked it or not, his future would come to haunt him one way or another. He'd always be a target. At this point, it seems like he's always been one, since he began to circulate his writing.

And he'd be no use to anyone dead.

"Fine," he says, finally, fingers lightly brushing his forearm "Let me know what I need, and I'll find a way to make the adjustment. But you still haven't answered my question."

He looks up to meet Sixshot's aversive gaze,"What path do you see this being? How will it be different than before?"