[too strong, he'd come off far too strong. It had been so long since the luxury of friends of any kind, he barely remembered what it felt like to trust, even to feign trust. He could not afford that mistake now, but he could not afford to waste this opportunity, either.]

We worked together. We were--my universe's version, of you, and I, were--[there's not enough information here for him to risk any blatant lies, lest Knock Out get to him and tell him different, and Screamer knows who'll be believed, even though people should seriously believe him instead.]--separated. I haven't seen you since the war. Megatron lost his sensors, he was raving, an unreliable, unpredictable--[whoa okay getting genuinely angry and having to take a second to reel it back in there. He visibly calms himself.] Things could have been very different if I had been in charge from the beginning. We would still have a planet to go back to, and not a smoking ruin.

[painting up the facts in pretty might-have-been colors, turns to the truth of the matter with only mildly-restrained viciousness] Instead, we have a leader obsessed beyond all reason with petty revenge on Optimus Prime, willing to lay waste to another planet to see it done, at the expense of everyone in his way.