Galvatron blinks. It's oddly exasperating dealing with someone whose ability to process cause, effect and temporal continuity is even more broken than his own occasionally gets. But Scourge is actually talking to him now, knows who he is, and that's an excellent start!

//That was two months ago! We're done with that, and I came back!// He's talking mind-to-mind, ghost fashion, although it feels to Scourge like he's using internal comms. //I came back,// he adds more softly, //to find you...//