The look Optimus got for that statement was exceedingly incredulous; he was not really claiming he was so very exceptional (besides being a Prime, as that in its own way was a sign of "exceptionality"), was he? There were many Escorts around, after all.
The Prime straightened and continued talking before Megatron had collected his thoughts to snap out some sneering remark, however, and the incredulousness was lost for a brief flash of maybe hope? but it was there and gone as Megatron reined it in, furious with himself.
A handful of sentences from a mech who - while he'd spared him, yes - had just literally tied him down by the spark to his own whim and pleasure wasn't enough. Couldn't be enough, even without the present reality. Because while Sentinel Prime's rethoric had been slightly different, the spirit had been the same.
"... Indeed? And where, pray tell, does it come from?" The skeptic look Megatron cast at Optimus' chestplates and the Matrix hidden within was obvious; he was a reasonably believeing mech, yes, but that didn't mean he'd put too much belief in relics.
When Ratchet disconnected, Megatron shifted, treads moving and then stilling, a brief flicker of the spark-lights as well as the visible headlights on the insides of his shoulders that held the treads. He also flexed his still-cuffed hands, even though only one of them completely obeyed the command.
"What now, then?" An arch look as he angled his helm and Megatron's voice betrayed none of the actual disquiet he felt.
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Date: 2012-03-24 11:09 pm (UTC)The Prime straightened and continued talking before Megatron had collected his thoughts to snap out some sneering remark, however, and the incredulousness was lost for a brief flash of maybe hope? but it was there and gone as Megatron reined it in, furious with himself.
A handful of sentences from a mech who - while he'd spared him, yes - had just literally tied him down by the spark to his own whim and pleasure wasn't enough. Couldn't be enough, even without the present reality. Because while Sentinel Prime's rethoric had been slightly different, the spirit had been the same.
"... Indeed? And where, pray tell, does it come from?" The skeptic look Megatron cast at Optimus' chestplates and the Matrix hidden within was obvious; he was a reasonably believeing mech, yes, but that didn't mean he'd put too much belief in relics.
When Ratchet disconnected, Megatron shifted, treads moving and then stilling, a brief flicker of the spark-lights as well as the visible headlights on the insides of his shoulders that held the treads. He also flexed his still-cuffed hands, even though only one of them completely obeyed the command.
"What now, then?" An arch look as he angled his helm and Megatron's voice betrayed none of the actual disquiet he felt.