The pile of Optimus' consorts got another hard stare, but none of them were moving since they all realized it would not help anything. That was good enough. Slowly looking back at the Prime, Megatron shrugged, the hand around the crystal tightening until it might have strated to crack under the pressure... and then the hold lightened, probably forced.
"While pain is useful, and can even be pleasant under the right circumstances... I did that, yes." The grin was as much as a grimace, his rage obvious underneath it. "I'm not someone else's weapon, and if you're to die, I'm going to choose to do it," he said with a snarl that continued down into his engine, the powerful component growling deeply as it spun up and Megatron stalked away from the doorway and slowly towards Optimus.
It was clear, however, what with the direction he was advancing in, that no matter his personal feelings on the matter, the override was doing its job and Megatron was currently not in perfect control.
The closer he got to the Prime, though, the more the restraining harem-coding was making itself known... But Megatron's basic mental layout and the override made the feeble rushes of pain skittering over his circuits into just another edge, both spurring him on towards what was "meant" to happen, and slowing him down, brief flashes of control.
"If you don't survive, Prime, I'm going to be very disappointed." It was the only way he could show his dislike of what was going on, currently; and he'd never wanted to feel this again, the lack of control as the pre-deterimed course of action effortlessly poached on his experience, frame-build and frame in general to its best advantage, neatly sidestepping Megatron himself. Flipping the sharpened shard of crystal in the air before gripping it again, Megatron leaped.
IT WAS VERY SATISFYING
"While pain is useful, and can even be pleasant under the right circumstances... I did that, yes." The grin was as much as a grimace, his rage obvious underneath it. "I'm not someone else's weapon, and if you're to die, I'm going to choose to do it," he said with a snarl that continued down into his engine, the powerful component growling deeply as it spun up and Megatron stalked away from the doorway and slowly towards Optimus.
It was clear, however, what with the direction he was advancing in, that no matter his personal feelings on the matter, the override was doing its job and Megatron was currently not in perfect control.
The closer he got to the Prime, though, the more the restraining harem-coding was making itself known... But Megatron's basic mental layout and the override made the feeble rushes of pain skittering over his circuits into just another edge, both spurring him on towards what was "meant" to happen, and slowing him down, brief flashes of control.
"If you don't survive, Prime, I'm going to be very disappointed." It was the only way he could show his dislike of what was going on, currently; and he'd never wanted to feel this again, the lack of control as the pre-deterimed course of action effortlessly poached on his experience, frame-build and frame in general to its best advantage, neatly sidestepping Megatron himself. Flipping the sharpened shard of crystal in the air before gripping it again, Megatron leaped.