Megatron takes Loki's hand, gently--even shrunk down to this size, his grip can be hard--and nods. He is in tears. "I was awful to Ravage sometimes," he acknowledges, "although at least I never struck him, the way I did Starscream. And I was worse to Soundwave, because he could never stop being kind. It was wrong of him to send Ravage to kill me, which, yes, is a thing that actually happened once, but I forgave him for it, because I know what I have done to them. Ravage's sib Glit was so kind, not just to me but to everyone, that I hated him for it. And broke him. Those things...I wish I could undo them all."

Then that one word sinks in.

Unconquered.

Yes. That's what he is. They won. But they didn't conquer him.

They didn't even destroy what he started, even though they tried (Orion tried!) to make him do it--Ravage was too strong to let that happen. Strong enough to come here. Strong enough to ask for help, even.

"The multiverse is also full of beauty," he acknowledges. "Sometimes...sometimes I even write about that."