The glare is sort of uncomfortably familiar, and Starscream shifts his weight, scowling back. Megatron might not actually be talking about him, but somehow he still feels a little stung by those words.

"Who'd want to stay on a sinking ship after the captain's already abandoned it?" he shoots back, his hands curling tightly around the edges of his datapad, but that's not even the most objectionable thing Megatron's said in the last thirty seconds. He's keeping track. "See reason? See reason? Maybe your war started differently, but my Megatron is trying to make everyone else see reason. The Autobots are just too stubborn to admit it."