Sixshot actually laughs. It's a sharp mirthless sound that echoes off the buildings as he slows to a stop off to Optimus's left. Primus, spare him.

"Who are you kidding, Prime? You've been perpetuating that system since before the war even started." He lowers his white head, baring his teeth. "Do you really trust your little mnemosurgeons to stay in line?"

The remark about his not having a purpose earns the Autobot leader a bitter smirk.

"Megatron's been pretty clear about how little of a damn he gives about us," the wolf mech rumbles. "He may have given the orders, but I did his dirty work. You really think there'll be much of anything left for 'redemption' once your Autobots are done with me?"