[ Megatron watches, staring at the back of the Darkling's head as the gush of alien gore splatters onto the floor and drips down the bandit's front. He watches. He waits. He can remember other moments, mechs trembling in pain and fear and defiant all the same until it became unbearable. He doesn't enjoy it. At one time he might have. Now it's unpleasant. Necessary for their little group of malnourished and struggling survivors to live. He pushes off from the doorway and steps across the room, settling himself at the Darkling's side to peer into the alien's face. ]

If you tell him what he wants to know, this will all be over. No more pain. That's more mercy than you and yours have shown to anyone, I'd wager.

[ The bandit takes a breath as the Darkling releases him to breathe, his eyes still wide with the pain of frayed nerves and shock. Shakes his head, still determined to hold out. For now. ]