"Y-you killed everyone!" she sobbed, staring at me in horror. "You're nothing but a murderer!" "No, I'm not. But even if I were, I wouldn't care."

"He who fights monsters should see to it that he himself does not become one." Megatron fought against the Council's tyranny, only to unleash his own once he didn't get his way. Then, suddenly, there was you. You find Megatron on the ground, helpless and alone. Your creator fell at the servos of Decepticons. You followed in the pedesteps of her and your sire, Ratchet, to make sure it didn't happen to others. Megatron started the Decepticons, so why-oh-why did you decide to help him? And why didn't you regret it?