That gets a bit of a groan. His hand runs over his face at the question.

"Can anybody really be happy in a war that lasts so many millions of years?" he finally says with a sigh, hiding those optics a little bit more behind the brim of his hat. But he thinks he knows the sad answer to his own question - he's seen some of the cackling freaks that get off on the brutality. Some mechs can be happy with eternal war.

He shakes his head, not sure he wants to harp on this subject much, although he's sure she'll keep trying to drag something out of him. "Who was your teacher?" he asks. "Maybe I know him. Or knew him. Or knew a comparable mech."