"...Sleeping." Rampage stares at the strange beast-bot, his incredulity slowly giving way to an old anger.

He could tolerate many emotions directed towards him: fear, anger, hate, pity, contempt- some he enjoyed, some he disliked, but the one thing he couldn't stand directed towards him was apathy. It took him back to the time he was a thing not a person. Where his wants and needs and opinions were ignored. When he was considered worth nothing more than an experiment. A weapon. A thing.

He'd ripped the apathy out of them screaming in the end. Every single one.

He hardly realizes he's moving until he attempts to slam his foot into Sixshot's side. "Don't ignore me!"