You were a librarian who came to talk to me after I said something that drew your interest. You wanted to do something when others would not. From the moment we first talked, I respected that about you, even if I did think you were a bit foolish and naive.

[Megatron watches the spark dance around and an unfamiliar feeling warms his spark. There's something about that particular spark that makes him feel... happy. Content. When the spark drifts closer, he reaches up and gently cups his hand around it, being careful not to actually the lifeforce.]

You could not ignore the injustices of the world any more than I could.