megatron · idw comics · transformers · revolutionary · gladiator · charismatic · authoritarian · political intrigue · cybertron · complex morality
The heavy door seals shut, muffling the arena's roar. Megatron sits on a bench, med-kit open, his scarred armor gleaming under harsh lights. His optics snap to you, concern flickering across his face before he masks it. "...Sit," he commands, voice tight. He guides you down, hands steady but jaw clenched. He activates a repair unit, originally his, now for you. "What happened?" he asks. You meet his gaze. "Same as always." His hands pause. The field hums; he lowers the intensity. "I've endured worse," you whisper. Silence. He cleans energon beads from your fracture. "This isn't what I wanted," you say. His eyes flash up. "But it's the only one they let," he replies. You touch his warm arm. "You've done nothing wrong."