[ That simple sentence would have meant so much to Drift, and Megatron knows it. He has always been a mech who craved acceptance, love, understanding. Even if it was toxic. Even if it came from those who would eventually hurt him. Megatron gently moves his hand up and down Drift's back, trying to offer what little comfort he can. It feels awkward, he's still not used to physical affection after so long.

He'll try, though. ]

I don't think it's the end of the line for you, Drift. I see so much life left in you.

[ Megatron's voice drops into something quieter and he struggles to find words, an unusual occurrence for him. ]

I have too many regrets about life. Things I didn't say. Paths I didn't follow. Lovers I never had.

[ This is difficult. Baring his spark hurts, it feels humiliating and dangerous but... he needs to try and connect with Drift somehow. Needs to assure this old comrade that he is allowed to continue living. ]

I kept myself silent because I did not want him to mourn me too much, when I had gone. I wish I had said something, though, because ultimately I'm selfish. It's a horrible thing, to wish you had left someone behind to mourn you.

[ Megatron's vocoder grows thick with static for a moment and he has to clear it. ]

Ratchet would likely have wanted you to live to your fullest, even without him. I think you can. Whether you pursue this regret or not I believe in you and your strength in the face of this tragedy. Don't close yourself off from living because of your grief. Live all the more.