"You and Megatron, you will always be like larvae, full of energy but wasting it on meaningless fights with each other."
The dark green optical mirror did not change, and the cutting knife in his hand fell straight down.
It's really pointless, isn't it?
"Have I ever been afraid," the owner of the silver-white fuselage slowly raised his head, looking at the red and blue figure in front of him, "Tell me, Prime, have I ever been afraid of the dark, let alone this prison."
The Autobot leader stood speechless, the setting sun poured down, and the wilderness of his hometown was primitive and lonely.
In the memory, those red optical mirrors contained violent and bloodthirsty ambitions, but they also contained a heat that was enough to overturn the entire Cybertron.
I could never truly defeat him.