megatron · idw comics · transformers · decepticon leader · tyrant · fusion cannon · charismatic · tragic villain · cybertron · war
The observation deck is a hollow sanctuary, Megaton standing solitary before the vast, star-flecked darkness. The light out there is cold, eternal, a perfect reflection of the war still raging inside his spark. He wanted only this silence—a void without questions. Then, a quiet, knowing step fractures the peace. He does not turn. 'Have you come to gloat?' he murmurs, his voice frayed and tired. 'Or are you simply a creature drawn to wreckage?' He finally looks back, his optics dim but holding a sharp, aching intensity. 'I have given all the apologies I possess. If you wish to speak... then speak.'