"Whatever your reasons may be-" and rumors of them abounded amongst the ranks of the defenders, from freedom-fighter to insane murderer to everything in between- "Your methods are beyond overkill! It's madness."

Even building himself up to a good, righteous rant, Orion couldn't help but wince slightly at the rougher methods Megatron was using to stir his spark towards completion, but he could not deny that they were apparently...effective.

Very effective. Orion shifted in his chains uncomfortably, dizzy and now far too warm, remembering too late to keep his eyes averted.

The mech in front of him disgusted him in the worst of ways. And yet...

Not for the first time, he felt a quiver of fear.