He needed to come back. That was the sentence that lingered on his processor for days on end, a sentence that bugged him so badly.

Of course, he had been completely alone and pretty much isolated ever since Megatron decided it would be wise to let him go. Starscream wasn't all THAT committed to come back, if he wanted to remain unharmed, that is, by physical means.

He's had a lot of time to reflect. He had that free time with him, but he never actually took that free time to reflect about himself. Oh, no. He was too angry. Too upset. Because the Decepticons needed to pay— No, Megatron needed to pay.

He could only imagine it, Megatron's optics as Starscream finally held his rightful crown.

His optics catched the glimpse of a rat, and he scrambled over, taking it out on it.

"Stupid vermin."

Starscream scoffed at a rat that had been staring. Stupid organics.

Stupid earth, stupid Cybertron, stupid everything. His hands were freezing cold and his fingertips hurt everytime he tried to grab a rock to play with.

He wanted to scheme, to do anything, really. Plan a revenge, do something useful, but he no longer had the hope for it to succeed.