Starscream does not...really know how to feel about the weird direction this conversation is continuing to go in. He narrows his eyes at Megatron, his mouth twisting into a frown. He's increasingly resentful of this Megatron's conviction that if nothing is done, the Megatron he knows is going to inevitably turn into some horrible tyrant who turns out to be just as destructive to Cybertron as the old guard was -- or that it's somehow Starscream's job to do anything about it. It's not that he wants to see his conjunx become a monster, but he also doesn't really see how it's his responsibility, either.
"And how, exactly?" Starscream demands. "What do you expect me to do, tell him to call off the war? Somehow I don't think he'd listen."
This is why he needs to be second-in-command, obviously.
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"And how, exactly?" Starscream demands. "What do you expect me to do, tell him to call off the war? Somehow I don't think he'd listen."
This is why he needs to be second-in-command, obviously.