[It takes the Seeker a moment to reply. When he does, his voice is a little...uncertain.]

Much like mine. He declared his intentions to gather "his" Decepticons – meaning all of us, regardless of reality – and conquer this world. Nothing new, I’m sure. [He shrugs and shakes his head, trying to dismiss it, or at least lessen the implications.] I imagine one of the First-Forged will put a stop to him before things get too ugly. [He can hope, anyway?]

[His frown deepens and he looks up at Blurr again.] There's something . . . not right about him, though. I can't quite place it. He looks like a twisted nightmare of my Megatron, but it's . . . not just his appearance.

I can't say why, but . . . I get the impression that he's somehow actually even more dangerous than mine.

[And after living under that overlord for as long as he did, he does not say that lightly.]