It was difficult not to feel disgusted at what Aftermath describes. Memories of Croteus-12 were still vivid and fresh in his mind, and nothing seemed to sting quite like the judgment call of who is 'useful'.
Megatron is strangely cold as a wave of anger crawls up his struts, clenching his fists.
"He's failed to understand that I'm not his, nor anyone's to be 'groomed'."
The miner looks back at the clinic, his temper just hidden beneath a thin mask.
"I've clearly been too tolerant of the sickness that has entered my cause."
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It was difficult not to feel disgusted at what Aftermath describes. Memories of Croteus-12 were still vivid and fresh in his mind, and nothing seemed to sting quite like the judgment call of who is 'useful'.
Megatron is strangely cold as a wave of anger crawls up his struts, clenching his fists.
"He's failed to understand that I'm not his, nor anyone's to be 'groomed'."
The miner looks back at the clinic, his temper just hidden beneath a thin mask.
"I've clearly been too tolerant of the sickness that has entered my cause."