"…NBE?" The unfamiliar term briefly staggers Sentinel's happiness and he pauses, peering at Spy Shot in bemusement. "I do not recognise that term. Explain." He thinks about his words then and, this once, weighs them and finds them perhaps a touch heavy for one so small. "Tell me, and I will tell you of the Allspark and of Cybertron. I will tell you of our home."

He looks up to the sky, around at the terrain nearby, and disdain tugs at the corners of his mouth.

"Our true home," he adds. "Not this… this sad imitation."