The laught, while Optimus knew it wasn't anything joyous, got a slight, thoughtful hum in return. Some things--no matter how much you try and think otherwise--just don't change.

...But what if they could.

"Would you like to try, here?"

He stops walking, now entirely focused on Megatron, the blue glow trying to pinpoint the red, lock on to it. "There's nothing left of this world, no government to oppress and no chaos." Those ears flick slightly, as his gaze shifts to the landscape for only a moment.

"A different chance at redemption perhaps, and one I can witness myself."

Which..he secretly admitted he wanted.