He can feel that desperation, as well as that sense of denial. It's infuriating - how species make the same mistakes over and over again, and how nothing seems able to halt that force of momentum. The Cybertronians were as bad as his own people, if not worse. At least the trolls continued to live.

"You think that your individual might makes you worthy as an Empire, but that is a mindless delusion. Not when you're so shattered. Not when you'd more easily kill yourself then you would fight to defend against an outside force." He hisses.

"You call her a mad woman, and in nearly the same breath that you claim she and Megatron are alike. Would death at his hands really be so different, Commander?" His eyes narrow. "I can feel it in your blood. You're afraid."