"I heard all of it." Soundwave doesn't look up from those little peeping feelers. "I repaired her when Megatron tore her apart. And I started to feel... sympathy." It's hard to admit to the weak feeling, even with his creator listening and offering encouragement and approval. "It grew to something more, and there were times when I would have killed Megatron if he were not my leader. But she finally let me help...."

Grief wells up in him, a weary sadness and a feeling of too little too late and sad resignation.