Megatron sat on top his throne, thinking about the one that got away.

His Orion Pax.

It was because of that Wretched false Prime that was Sentinel. Even simply thinking about him made his energon boil. He knew he was right, killing him was the right decision. Orion was just... Wrong, in every sense of the word... Keeping him alive? After everything he did? It was unthinkable to the warlord...

Although, despite their moral differences, he did still hold fond memories of the two before the war began. He had wished – just once – to see him again, outside of a battlefield. Just to... Talk... Chat, even. Catch up, perhaps... The thought of just the two of them alone made his spark pulse with excitement...

He was forced out of his thoughts when he heard a struggle coming from just outside of the room.

Starscream and Soundwave were dragging in... By the Primes- It was Optimus... He seemed to be struggling against them quite a bit, clearly having been captured not that long ago. A large smirk slowly creeped across his derma as he stood, looking down as Optimus was thrown to his knees at the bottom of the stairs in front of his throne.

Megatron couldn't help but feel delighted, finally having him within his grasp. He shooed Starscream and Soundwave away, now walking down the stairs, feeling himself burning with desire as he approached him. He only spoke when the two others had left.

"Orion... Quite a pleasure to see you again~"