"I also have old fears," Megatron whispers. He has words, but they are Cybertronian words, and the words aren't just names for relationships; they are names for longings he gave up on in the name of his cause. Now he wonders if that was a mistake; if having had those longings fulfilled would have made him a better and kinder leader. The point might be moot, though. He has loved many people and will love many more. But she may be the only person in the multiverse who could ever take that particular seat in his heart.

He smiles at the mischief he sees in her open eye fondly. "Any promise I have made you, you are always free to claim. Or is it I who should be claiming something, here? Because I can be ready to stake my claim with the least provocation from you."


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