[That callout gets an irritated growls from Soundwave, but that irritation doesn't last long when *Mute shows sympathy.]

My friends were my only family. I did not have anyone else back then.

[And now he's back to being all alone again. This is veering a bit into personal territory for him. She wasn't wrong, though. Cybertron's social system was terrible. He's quiet for a few moments, interrupted by the occasional coughing, contemplating if he should share more about himself.]

The system didn't just fail me. It abandoned me.

[A flash of anger flits across his face as he looks back at her. Though it isn't directed at *Mute at all.]

... I was labeled an outcast. All because of this power I was born with. An Outlier- a friendly term for "freaks". People like us... The government couldn't fit us into their neat, strict categories, so I was cast aside because I wasn't meant to "fit in" their society.

[He then lets out a tired sigh, calming himself down.] No sense of being angry about it anymore. The old system has been utterly abolished, and my world has changed for the better.