His expression hardens on Starscream - the demand is a futile one. There is no reason at all that Starscream should think that he would be able to pull any kind of position of authority here, as if Alternia is under his command. For a moment he becomes angry, almost indignant at the idea.

"You're in no position to make demands," his growls. It's a knee jerk reaction, but something that should feel natural. But instead it makes his stomach turn.

Because he can feel that fear sharpen in Starscream's spark, that particular strain of desperation of a dying species. It sends a shiver through him.

"You're right," he says, his voice becoming softer. "She would use it anyway. Not matter how many soldiers she had to kill to employ it."