Optimus quirked an optic ridge, glancing from the Overseer, to Megatron and back.
"So when you owned this place, you took care of the sparkeater issues? You made sure your workers weren't getting their sparks ripped out and eaten?"
It wasn't hard to let his doubt show. He was doubting every other word the mech was spouting.
"Either way, it doesn't really make a difference. It doesn't change the fact that you could have easily blown your siren on these guys. And didn't. Someone would have cared. The public would have, and will care."
Optimus in a suit. YOU KNOW YOU WANT IT~
"So when you owned this place, you took care of the sparkeater issues? You made sure your workers weren't getting their sparks ripped out and eaten?"
It wasn't hard to let his doubt show. He was doubting every other word the mech was spouting.
"Either way, it doesn't really make a difference. It doesn't change the fact that you could have easily blown your siren on these guys. And didn't. Someone would have cared. The public would have, and will care."