Loki makes a small oof noise under his breath and gives Soundwave a rueful look. "You're an empath," he says. On the one hand, that makes him nervous, because he often relies on deception for survival. On the other hand, he doesn't envy him the sheer chaos the Nexus is capable of inflicting on a mind attuned to receiving thought and emotion. Luckily, he is not trying to dissemble now, and they meet as friends, so he does not feel defensive.

He grins a little. "I did not mean follow in quite that sense, but your point is well taken. It remains to be seen whether we will steer one another safely or egg one another on, which is another concern I have, but I'll see what I can do."

To Ravage, he says, "You are also a poet, and I am not. Perhaps I am more impressed by his choice of words, because I do not understand quite how he knits them together."

Either that, or he somehow brings out Megatron's hidden soppy-sweet side, which is a nice thought, but one he chooses not to voice, as the mech himself might not thank him for it.

"I know I worry too much," he agrees, voice blithe and lilting now that he's expressed his doubts and been heard. He feels better, anyway! "It's part of what I am. There is a voice within me I call my anti-conscience. It tells me, in any given situation, several options I could pursue, as well as weighing the potential reactions of those around me, and the suggestions it makes first are invariably the most destructive. I have to fight it into submission to get anything friendly from it."

"It's very useful in a conflict, but much less so when talking with potential friends or adjusting to a new love intererest."