Her fingers moving over his wrists causes him to suck in a quick breath, and he doesn't know why. A moment, and his breathing is steady again. Steadier, at least.

"As..." Ahem. "As far as I understood it, the Autobots were fighting less for the incompetent leaders as they were for the basic system of government, which they thought was basically sound... although if it could be so dominated by corrupt mechs, I question their certainty of that notion."

His own hands stretch to her wrists as well, longer fingers brushing over her forearms, feather-light. Taking the moment to lift his head while hers is down, so he can look at her face, even for a brief moment.

"Of course, it took them so long to mount an effective resistance to Megatron's revolution that, by that point, they might have just been fighting against Megatron than for anything, like your Autobots seem to be doing. He was a revolutionary, but he was still absolutely ruthless. Some of us who were a bit put off by that wrote it off. It's war, and there are no rules, and there's not much place for concepts like compassion without being hypocritical."