This conversation has taken a sharp turn into the very uncomfortable, and Starscream's grip tightens on the datapad. About thirty seconds ago, he'd been convinced that Megatron didn't know him at all, but now he's hitting dangerously close to home. It makes him defensive, but it rattles him just a little, too.

"What's wrong with ambition?" he scoffs, scrambling to put up another defense. "Nothing changes without ambition. And it's not like any of my goals conflict with Megatron's. Or the Decepticons'."

Yet.