Flu. This feels like flu. But it is better to not fight it with guns or maces. It can be fought with soup and sleep.

Like magic, yes?

[Strelok pauses, taking a sip of his drink and considering the last thing that Megatron said.]

Ahh. But hiding, that is no way to live. It does no one any good... especially you. If people want you dead, then you are no different from others. Everyone has enemies; they cannot be hidden from forever.