We were half-willing to be chosen. Anyone who offers your life meaning, even a split-astrosecond of importance, of doing something....

[He can't, even now, blame everything on Megatron. Yes, he'd taken advantage of gullible, naive, helpless mechs. But they were gullible and hopeless and half-angry because of the world that had created them, not Megatron. ]

[Drift frowns, thinking of his own conversation with his former commander.]

Stay away from him, Wing. I don't know what his trick is, but there is one. There has to be.