[a lot of things immediately pop into his mind, but they're mostly just whining. pathetic little complaints that would get him nowhere except closer to how antlers conducts himself-- blaming everyone else for his problems and impotently grousing about things that are within his power to change. pointedly, he stretches his leg out underneath the table. his joint creaks slightly, betraying that he possibly hasn't been doing the exercises as much as he should, but otherwise he remains silent.]
You would do well not to speak to me like you know me, [he starts off as he finishes the log in, looking at the screen rather than her. his tone isn't angry or accusing, but it's certainly not happy.] the Decepticons here that still see fit to follow me - few in number though they may be - rely on me. Do not misunderstand me, I am not telling you this as some sad, weary admission that I find it too much. I do not. I know exactly how it is to have several or an entire army with expectations of you as their leader. I consider myself extremely fortunate of who I have following me here, as they have been capable enough to understand that the point of my Decepticons is no longer to destroy the Autobots or whatever little planet we find just for resources and fun.
[his tone stays even as he says this-- he doesn't seem to hold much outward regret for those past actions. or inward, actually. megatron doesn't really dwell on those actions all that much these days. he is also unwilling to admit to the little organic beasts relying on him, too. that seems too close to admitting like he cares a lot about them.]
Do some reading on the war. [he's clocked by now that she doesn't have an autobrand, seems too young and idealistic to have been through it all.] Try and actually understand your patients, instead of taking wild guesses. Yes, it differs through realities, but most here have been fighting for the majority of their lives. Most have watched their friends and loved ones die horrible, pointless deaths. They learned to cope however they could. Some of them will never be able to change that. And to be brought here, where everything matters even less...
[it's clear he's counting himself separate from all this, as he says they instead of we. and yet-- he's only describing himself exactly, too.] You have no idea what--
[he cuts himself off, suddenly, from the words carrying the most emotion he's expressed in the entire conversation, everything guttering back out into his usual resigned exhaustion.]
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You would do well not to speak to me like you know me, [he starts off as he finishes the log in, looking at the screen rather than her. his tone isn't angry or accusing, but it's certainly not happy.] the Decepticons here that still see fit to follow me - few in number though they may be - rely on me. Do not misunderstand me, I am not telling you this as some sad, weary admission that I find it too much. I do not. I know exactly how it is to have several or an entire army with expectations of you as their leader. I consider myself extremely fortunate of who I have following me here, as they have been capable enough to understand that the point of my Decepticons is no longer to destroy the Autobots or whatever little planet we find just for resources and fun.
[his tone stays even as he says this-- he doesn't seem to hold much outward regret for those past actions. or inward, actually. megatron doesn't really dwell on those actions all that much these days. he is also unwilling to admit to the little organic beasts relying on him, too. that seems too close to admitting like he cares a lot about them.]
Do some reading on the war. [he's clocked by now that she doesn't have an autobrand, seems too young and idealistic to have been through it all.] Try and actually understand your patients, instead of taking wild guesses. Yes, it differs through realities, but most here have been fighting for the majority of their lives. Most have watched their friends and loved ones die horrible, pointless deaths. They learned to cope however they could. Some of them will never be able to change that. And to be brought here, where everything matters even less...
[it's clear he's counting himself separate from all this, as he says they instead of we. and yet-- he's only describing himself exactly, too.] You have no idea what--
[he cuts himself off, suddenly, from the words carrying the most emotion he's expressed in the entire conversation, everything guttering back out into his usual resigned exhaustion.]