[ She can't help a snort. ] I guess I can't argue with that. I like the wordplay, too!

[ He...probably doesn't want to hear her complimenting that former leader, though. She clears her throat, busying herself with carefully cleaning his fingers. Doing that is its own sort of learning experience, getting to explore his hand at her leisure. ]

Anyway. It's like I said! It's the right side if you're on it! Maybe not when war is involved, but equality and peace for everyone? That's good! If you ended up in hell after all that, at least it's a happy hell. That's what I'd want, anyway. If I'm free, I don't care where it is.

[ She can't understand the nuances of war, of course. Age works against her, as well as her constant desperation for normalcy and companionship clouding her worldview. She's not so naive as to think there's only right and wrong, good and bad, but how can anyone argue against what every living being deserves?

With a stronger smile, she squeezes his hand. No need to be a downer! She's being supportive! Let her be your cheerleader! ]

Can I be a Decepticon, too? I'm on your team, no matter what!