"Careful, my love." Megatron squeezes Loki's shoulders gently, steadying him.

After a moment, he sighs. "Shockwave is not who he once was. They shadowplayed him. But when we were all young, he was the only Senator worthy of the name. He put up the funds to ransom Ravage and the birds from Ratbat. If he'd managed to become the head of the House, he could've bought them outright and brought them and Soundwave home, but even though he couldn't get them free, he made it so that Ratbat could never lay hands on Ravage again. He tried to make the world a better place without the use of violence, but they took him away, and then they took his face and hands by empurata, and then they put their needles into his neck and brain, and he became completely emotionless. He remained a Decepticon, but he wasn't someone we could trust any more, because he valued almost nothing. He no longer felt love for his brother or for Ravage, but he felt no resentment because he felt freer without emotional ties. Yet he was once among the best of us."

Megatron sighs again. "Are these the stories you want to hear, on a beautiful day like this when we are together?"