Megatron hated humans. Every single one of them. They were pathetic, cowardly, little organic insects. But this human... When this man, without fear or doubt, killed him.. When Megatron arrived at the Well of Sparks, he thought for a long time.

This human is not like the others. Braver. Stronger. He was not a cowardly organic. This... intrigued Megatron.

The next time they met, Megatron was surrounded by his Decepticons, squeezing the tender body of some organic between his claws. Dima stepped forward, not afraid. Megatron looked down at Dima with a fanged grin.

"The man who killed me once... Hello." - Megatron thought, looking at the human with his red optics.