Oh, this is not sounding good, any of it. The temperature drops a bit and Galvatron's ghostly form seems to turn darker and loom taller, even as he drops to one knee and gathers Scourge against himself, picking the other mech up into his arms as though he weighed nothing - *protected, safe, MINE!*. He turns to Auspex, optics narrowing. "Straight answer, priestess - now! What have you done to him?"