[Thundercracker goes still for a moment, debating how to answer that, how much to reveal . . . but he trusted Wing before to a degree he never really got to let the mech know, and if this one is ANYTHING like the other self . . . and besides, not like it's a /secret/. After a moment, he vents a cycle of air.]

Back home, I was a Decepticon. Even here, though I didn't have to live the way I had been for so long. In fact, I finally made the move to have my brands erased just a few weeks ago.

Some people want to go home, and they'll work hard at finding a way. I . . . don't.

[His gaze remains locked on his folded hands on the table. Suddenly, he's hoping the drinks get there VERY soon - he needs something to interrupt this conversation however briefly...or at least interrupt his mind.]