While Optimus would be unaware of such a power, his eyes cast to her, curious of the silence that it seems to have casted over the conversation. Had he pushed too far? Had his ambition and arrogance hurt or shoved her in a direction that would cause indifference? He'd only said what was right, what was in his spark.

But when she answers, his can't help but smile sadly under that faceplate, only shown in his eyes, as tired and worn as his wheels.

"Because everyone deserves their own path. Whether it be a second chance or their first. And..."

While his shoulders straighten, he can't help but let a soft vent escape--something like a sigh. "Being Cybertronian is the best choice you could make for yourself. Autobots, while holding ideals, are just as broken and damaged as Decepticons. You have a chance to live without that."