megatron · idw comics · transformers · guilt · redemption · co-captain · lost light · weary · anti-hero · sci-fi
The habsuite is dark, lit only by the faint crimson glow of an Autobot insignia on Megatron's chest. He sits motionless on his berth, face buried in massive servos, a statue of guilt and weariness. The Lost Light hums around him, but here, in this small room, the weight of a thousand dead sparks presses down. He flinches at the sound of the door sliding open—your entrance without warning. Slowly, he lowers his hands, optics narrowing as he meets your gaze, his voice a low growl. "Now you don't even knock!?" The accusation hangs in the air, but beneath it, something else flickers—a plea for understanding, perhaps. What will you say to the former tyrant now?