He allows himself a short, knowing laugh. "Of course. No doubt they would not want you following our example..." He draws himself up a little, obviously about to launch into something. "Before our war, Cybertron was ruled by a corrupt government, and its people poisoned by an unjust caste system – I myself was little more than a nameless slave, and the same was true of countless others ground under the merciless heel of those who profited by our exploitation – until we rose up against our oppressors..." Megatron's optics narrow. Having grown somewhat distant as he reminisces, he now looks back at Gemini with a deep frown on his face.

"We destroyed the old order at a great cost, and the war still rages. But the order was destroyed, and it can never be rebuilt."

There's still something slightly distant about him, for all that he welcomed the opportunity to talk about this. Orion Pax's recent presence has had some impact on how Megatron finds he is thinking about his own past, and it is proving a little uncomfortable.