For the longest of moments, Sixshot doesn't answer. He looks tired all of a sudden, worn down and hurt and unspeakably guilty. It's a brief crack however and just as soon as it appears, it fades back into nothingness.

"... Thank you," he says simply, carefully neutral.

He remembers the disappointed anger in Megatron's eyes and he has no intention of invoking it again. His mental state was fragile as it is and it didn't need another crack.

"Would you like to start training today?"

For better or worse, the Sixer attempts to change the topic.