"When you faced him, you had a good amount of gladiator training behind you and some appropriate upgrades from the Constructicons."

Aftermath watches him for a long few seconds, trying to sort out his thoughts.

There's an old, survivalist and paranoid part of him that screams at him to leave. Megatron was still Megatron after all, and perhaps no amount of dissuading would stop him from becoming the tyrant he had the makings to be. Aftermath should cut off his ties and leave for safer grounds while he still had the time.

... Instead, he reaches out, placing a gentle, concerned hand on the young miner's shoulder, strangling the quiet panic before it poisoned the rest of his mind.

"You should be more careful."