Ignoring Megatron for a moment, Orion spun sharply on his heel, glancing around the room and pointedly recounting the stations that held relics. Including the one held in his storage, the number obviously hadn't changed.

"Ah..."

It was still thirteen. Thirteen. The sheer number of theories and religious ideologies this room could prove or disprove was staggering. And that wasn't even the most disconcerting part.

"This..."

Staring between the relic's name plate and Megatron didn't do much to help the growing shiver and sense of vertigo. It seemed like he'd done nothing but lose his usual eloquence since they had arrived down there; jaw working, it took Orion a moment to get the words out.

"It. Looks like someone tried to scratch out the glyphs? But, as best as I can tell..."

Just say it.

"'Weapon of The Fallen One, Me- Megatronus Prime'."