[ Megatron seems surprised at the touch of Luke's hand. At the least, his frame tenses and his head turns back towards the young man as he hears the words. No doubt meant in a kind way, though Megatron wonders if it's really what the organic thinks or if perhaps he's simply being kind to ensure that his repairs are done. He settles down with tools in hand, gestures for Luke to lay his hand out across a useful looking table. ]

You can feel it, can you?

[ A wry chuckle. ]

No. I'm not the same person I used to be, but what I did was still my responsibility. My choice. Whether I have bettered myself or not does little to comfort those I've hurt and killed.

[ He leans closer, peers at the damage section of the prosthetic. ]

Do you have a way to disengage it from your nervous system? It would be more pleasant for you for what I am about to do.

[ He holds up what for a human might be a decently sized knife, but in his hands looks more like a scalpel. ]

They have no laser cutters,, energy blades, scalpels, or anything finer than this that I can find, but I'll do my best not to butcher it.