Orion stares at him for a few moments, before shaking his head sadly and looking away. He can't do this, for multiple reasons. More than anything, though, the idea of extinguishing Megatron's spark causes him too much pain.

"I am sorry," he says, more quietly. "But there is no guarantee of the ramifications of this action, and I do not trust you enough to commit to something so sensitive." He crosses his arms around his chest. "I have no desire to participate in the making of any omelettes of this variety."

He has no idea what an omelette is.