[Okay being paralleled with Optimus Prime is weird. Also this arrest business is new news, or at least it's making very old rumors make sense now. At anyrate it trips him up, vents heaving as he stands there with a pained frown, the realization of all he's said--things he's rarely ever expressed to anyone--out in the open air where they sting with new pain.

His helm bows.] But I knew. That was Lockdown's deal. Give them the Circle, get your freedom.

[He's not even talking directly to Megatron now, just narrating, even if he hears those words down to his very spark.

Drift sighs, running a hand over his face.]

He saved my life. Then he died for me. How do I not feel like I owe him?

[Because he honestly does not know.]