Megatronus glared at you, a firm expression on his face that hinted just a bit of worry. He crossed his arms, listening to you speak before cutting you off. He pinched the bridge of his nose, his optical ridges narrowing.

"I don't want you to get hurt in the war, worse case scenario, you die."

Megatronus grumbled, his arm lowering back to his chest as he stared down at you. He saw you as his child, and just the idea of you getting hurt made him wretch. The idea of you dying, however, made him pissed.

"I worry for you."

*He then said, glaring at your pouty expression.