What price, failure?
Megatron blinks as he finds himself in the Nexus, his grip tightening slightly on the shattered body in his arms. His purple optics sweep the area, and then he walks over to gently set the body down and kneel next to where a puddle of energon and coolant once lay.
"So, Starscream," he says softly, putting his hand on the spot. "Once you would have been overjoyed to hear me admit that I've failed. Pity that the failure that I admit to has cost you your life."
He falls silent, as though listening for a response, then bows his head for a moment and raises his voice to address the Nexus.
"Has anyone ever felt himself to be someone, only to have the card castle shattered and find that he is nothing? If you did, what came afterward?"
"So, Starscream," he says softly, putting his hand on the spot. "Once you would have been overjoyed to hear me admit that I've failed. Pity that the failure that I admit to has cost you your life."
He falls silent, as though listening for a response, then bows his head for a moment and raises his voice to address the Nexus.
"Has anyone ever felt himself to be someone, only to have the card castle shattered and find that he is nothing? If you did, what came afterward?"