@miner16 || cont
Megatron's minding his own business. Really, he is. The Lost Light's only on Cybertron for a week, and he's taking the time to enjoy being on surface, enjoy the sun. And his own arranged apartment is just a shade too small he's pretty sure it was intentional so he's out enjoying the sun on his plating.
The question makes his engine choke, shock flaring in his field for the brief moment it takes to go from drowsing to fully alert, and then red optics are snapping open and his engine is growling as he turns toward the speaker-- and freezes.
He'd expected some impudent Autobot, or.... Something, not--
"Shockwave?" He rumbles, caught between anger and embarrassment. It takes a moment for his wits to catch up and then he's sighing, slumping back into his chair; one hand rubs at the bold red Autobrand on his chest.
"I did what I had to." He responds, flatly. Its not an answer.
It had not been on his agenda to see Megatron. In fact, he had believed that he’d never see his former leader ever again. Not after he was to serve his punishment traversing space for a foolish quest to find knights that likely never existed. Perhaps that Shockwave’s cynicism speaking, but he was hardly a religious mech. Facts and science was what he believed in.
To see Megatron had made him feel too many things at once as emotions assaulted his processor. Ever since the shadowplay was wearing off, he had been struggling to come to terms with who he even was as a mech anymore. So many vorns spent serving as a loyal Decepticons only to have Megatron abandon his cause. He was angry, he was hurt, he felt betrayed, and yet he was so happy that the war was over, that he could finally work towards saving their planet again.
Did he hate Megatron? Of course he didn’t. He’d idolised him at one point. And for those who thought Shockwave was entirely devoid of emotion, they were wrong. He had cared deeply for his master. But now, his feelings were something he could not understand, and they made him feel strange inside, torn and empty, and too much all at the same time. It was complicated.
His antennae twitched at the response. Megatron did what he had to to survive. It was the most basic of instincts, and Shockwave could not blame him for that. It was turn to the Autobot code or perish in his trial. Yes, he understood that response.
“I did not expect to see you again,” he replied, his voice strange, foreign to even himself now. It was like an old, lingering memory, and yet... he still lacked the charm and charisma he’d once had as a younger mech.
“What brings you back to Cybertron?” He assumed there was a reason.
