I'd consider life to be a very precious resource.

[He couldn't win a war without warm mechanical bodies, after all. And, well. Somewhere out there he does have friends. When they aren't busy dying to either Autobots or dimensional tears.]

Now you're on the right datatrack. I've learned plenty about the future of our world...and I intend to take what I know back with me.

[His smirk might not make that the most comforting of prospects, but he is certainly more educated on his follies now. He's more willing to listen at the least.]

I would welcome your suggestions.