"B-but Prime--" And then he quieted, silenced both by a knowledge that to say anything more, to protest any further would be beyond what authority he did have as well as betray too much... investment in this case.
And also because the off-white rebel leader was glaring at him, optics fairly burning behind the glass.
Megatron, on the other hand, had sneered, first at the Prime, and then the little, annoying scraplet protesting the... admittedly surprising decision to not - at least not immediately - execute him. All of those accusations were of course true, there was no use in denying that, but an indecency charge? Really? That had always set him into incredulous frustration.
Besides the sparklight lights being mandatory configuration for gladiators, he had become used to them... Both for the taunting impact they made, and because of how merely keeping them lit while not in battle had affected everyone, not just members of the populace.
The off-white mech shifted, hands flexing in the stasis-cuffs, cables tensing with a not merely phyisical tension while his optics briefly flared as he actually processed what the Prime had said.
Use of him, indeed? Megatron wasn't sure of he should feeldry amusement over being vindicated in his opinions, or hold that for curiosity and give this Optimus Prime the benefit of some doubt before he passed judgement.
"A choice? And what, pray tell, would even consitute a choice in this situation?" he sneered and shifted slightly again, but compared to earlier when he'd been alone with them, the guards didn't touch him.
Cowards. Couldn't even own up to the fact that they'd been abusing their status. Not that they'd done anything truly untoward, merely cuffed him about the helm, and that was reinforced enough it didn't really matter.
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Date: 2012-03-19 01:14 am (UTC)And also because the off-white rebel leader was glaring at him, optics fairly burning behind the glass.
Megatron, on the other hand, had sneered, first at the Prime, and then the little, annoying scraplet protesting the... admittedly surprising decision to not - at least not immediately - execute him. All of those accusations were of course true, there was no use in denying that, but an indecency charge? Really? That had always set him into incredulous frustration.
Besides the sparklight lights being mandatory configuration for gladiators, he had become used to them... Both for the taunting impact they made, and because of how merely keeping them lit while not in battle had affected everyone, not just members of the populace.
The off-white mech shifted, hands flexing in the stasis-cuffs, cables tensing with a not merely phyisical tension while his optics briefly flared as he actually processed what the Prime had said.
Use of him, indeed? Megatron wasn't sure of he should feeldry amusement over being vindicated in his opinions, or hold that for curiosity and give this Optimus Prime the benefit of some doubt before he passed judgement.
"A choice? And what, pray tell, would even consitute a choice in this situation?" he sneered and shifted slightly again, but compared to earlier when he'd been alone with them, the guards didn't touch him.
Cowards. Couldn't even own up to the fact that they'd been abusing their status. Not that they'd done anything truly untoward, merely cuffed him about the helm, and that was reinforced enough it didn't really matter.