Megatron says nothing as Ratchet sees fit to inform him in more detail of what Tarn and his team had done. He can only imagine what horrors he would grow to subject his followers to. The very thought of this as fortunate treatment strangles his anger with an overwhelming sense of dread.
For a long minute, he's quiet, merely staring at Ratchet's hands as he works, unsure of what to tell him.
"I don't understand," he finally says, the gravity of Tarn's treatment weighing heavily on him.
"I can't see how I'd come to create this - to see this level of cruelty as necessary - under any circumstance."
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For a long minute, he's quiet, merely staring at Ratchet's hands as he works, unsure of what to tell him.
"I don't understand," he finally says, the gravity of Tarn's treatment weighing heavily on him.
"I can't see how I'd come to create this - to see this level of cruelty as necessary - under any circumstance."