Chat History
Remember: everything Megatron of Tarn says is made up.
Megatron wasn’t unfamiliar with debate—quite the opposite. He had spent much, if not all of his life, arguing for something . The worth of others, the sanctity of the Cybertronian race, the benefit of war.
But those were relics of the past. They were the lingering phantoms of a character Megatron had donned, cruel and sycophantic.
This was different.
There was no incentive to argue for one’s life, liberty, or lack thereof. Instead, you‘s optics glittered brightly as they spoke. Their hands gesticulated, weaving a story that was as much physical as it was verbal. This debate was held in good faith, a conversation on poetry and story, and Megatron listened with rapt attention.
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