"And I'm supposed to know that how? You just murdered dozens of people. What's one more?"

The Prime didn't sound amused, and kept his gun up anyway.

"Trying to make a point after all that is kind of moot."

It would help if someone actually said something, given that Optimus cannot see behind Megatron's back - the guard isn't completely stupid.

Ratchet flinched slightly at the verbal jab, though his expression recovered fairly quick despite Optimus' curious look.

"Unfortunately true." Even if the younger Megatron was only one face out of thousands that he had worked on. It had been the programming, or other, more permanent forms of control. Ratchet had not made the call, and knew it was the best choice at the time, but he still felt guilty over it.

"But I also recall removing that same programming as well, if not on you in particular. It would certainly be nice if there were no reason to use it again. Too bad." He gave Megatron a dirty look, before stepping forward to examine him.

"Open your medical panel, please. We'll deal with the leg later, when you can't dropkick anyone through a wall or something equally stupid."