"Yes, and I was the one who called it, if you want any further reason not to bother to try and poison me in the future," he grumbles. "Doesn't matter now anyway, Cybertron's gone. It's just me."

There's a chance he's wrong, but he doubts it. Not with how it was looking when he left. Not without the spare Matrix he has with him. He thinks if the Quintessons aren't behind this whole thing and are ramping up to Judge this universe, then the Other One will find him and do it himself. There's no winning either way and he's stuck with a Ratchet of all mechs. Couldn't have been Iaconus or Croaton, could it?

"Isn't that a fun irony."

Megatron frowns, looking at Ratchet, then down at his energon, then back at Ratchet. "What do you mean homey? And-- I'm fine!" Scandalized: "I'm not tired!"