"I believe that if you were not extended that same mercy more than once, we would not be having this conversation." He matched that scathing dressing down with a snort and a glowering stare of his own.

"I will not argue the necessity of a solution to protect Rodimus and those others we came there to defend. I will," he frowned, bringing his face as close as he could, pushing away the mention of his own memories with an audible snarl, "argue against deciding for all of us that mercy has no place on the battlefield."