Humming, Megatron looked back to it, nodding slowly. He'd had that thought, but been uncertain; while he'd certainly learned more about the Twelve (or Thirteen, in some accounts) when he started to dig into their past, he was hardly an expert.

"And you would need to sacrifice to wield it. Seems like that would fit Onyx," he said slowly, optics dimming. Wondering what that clawed weapon could do, what the necessary sacrifice would allow one to do with it.

But he couldn't get to it, despite that he certainly wanted to. And yet, he wasn't frustrated, not yet; some part of him was certain that he could get to at least one of the items in this room.

It was a... curious sensation.