[And there's the problem. He was made to function in a world of black and white -- built to be a soldier, raised to be a soldier by Optimus' right hand. Nothing in his life ever prepared him for a world made of shades of grey.]
[He starts to answer, but a particularly violent tremor shakes his frame. His cooling vents backfire, sharply. Several times. Until he slumps against Mirage, fight and snark drained out of him.]
[Action]
[He starts to answer, but a particularly violent tremor shakes his frame. His cooling vents backfire, sharply. Several times. Until he slumps against Mirage, fight and snark drained out of him.]
Nope...
It's getting worse.
[That, at least, isn't an act.]