[He shakes his head a little, still avoiding looking at him. That uncertainty. The hurt. It's too much. Way too much. He starts to draw away.]

[He can't handle this. It's making it difficult to focus on Wheeljack's words. On anything more than what's running through his head.]

I... I'm not sure I can believe that.

You throw yourself into danger -- you --

I know you mean it, but I don't know if you're going to keep that word, the next time something horrendous occurs.

[He pauses, doing his best to control the tremors, control the raging thoughts long enough to say something.]

--because I know you, you reckless... stupid... courageous -- You can no more sit by while terrible things happen than I can shoot a rifle! It's --

Admirable.