Megatron gave him all the attention and patience he had, which was a considerable amount. He held onto the smaller mech, feeling and knowing there had to be more that tipped the scale since he arrived here. Even Soundwave's enthusiastic greeting hadn't hinted at this much trauma.

When Soundwave continued Megatron felt a sickening sensation in his tanks that blossomed into full on horror in his ember by the time he had finished. His grip on Soundwave, while avoiding being painful, now held the mech as close as physically possible for their frame types without being more intimate. "Has anything, save you being brought here and repaired, happened since then?"

Worry mixed with anger inside him, though his urge to protect and care for the mech that he still considered under his command and therefore his protection overrode the urge to go find this Prism and find out what kind of fragged up entity it was and what it had been thinking.