He thought about running and never looking back. It'd been a serious consideration anyway, and then immediately he'd felt horrid at his own cowardliness. There's a lot of complications as always with Megatron, and now? Now he isn't sure what to do or say.

But it's not right to keep his back turned on this. Not with how things are going to go.

So, here Soundwave is, cradling his injured hand that Megatron had essentially crushed and staring into the arena. Slowly, he steps inside, keeping a wary step in him.

What the frag can he say?