"No, he's not, but he's still useful in that way," she says, resting her head on Nova Storm's when she presses her face into her shoulder. Skywarp means it-- her feelings on Megatron are not simple, but she thinks it would be stupid not to use what they can of him. If they are going to be reduced to problems that need to be solved to make things easier for everyone else on Earth, then he can suffer the same fate. "I should've told you why. I just didn't know when it would've been the right time..."

Skywarp almost takes a moment too long to actually comprehend what's being said to her in their language-- her mind is spinning around in too many directions before it's focused back in.

"It's not your fault you died, it's whoever let that Megatron run around and do whatever he wants," she clarifies again, because even if it's going to be difficult to get that through, Skywarp wants to make it clear she doesn't actually blame Nova Storm for any of it. No blame is coming through in her spark. She only looks away at a pinch of pain through their bond because-- yeah, she did have to feel it. That she can't deny or downplay or make excuses for. She felt Nova die. Felt her suffer when she was stabbed. "What do we do, then?"