Riou stares a good while at the piece of metal he took from Megatron's blade. Perhaps the use of his wish was a rather silly one. After all, there was nothing saying that, even if Megatron's spark did somehow find it's way back to the Allspark that anything would come of it. After all, the concept of reincarnation? With robots? How did that work? But...he'd like to think so. After all, Megatron went back free of his torment and suffering.
He was sent back to the well not as the Warlord, but as the Gladiator. And maybe that would count for something. Even a little. The metal would become part of a reminder of the man it belonged to. Riou slowly lifted one of his hands, cupping it. There it was. The barest flicker of red against the sea of blue that was his own field. He'd keep it safe with him for now. Until such time as he was ready to use it. He placed his hands together, squeezing them.
For now he'd merely rest. He'd earned that much at least.