Knock Out frowns, lips almost pursed. It's not as though there's any chance he'll get the tools or the means to give Breakdown a new optic any time soon -- certainly not as long as they're on this planet -- but it's the principle of the thing all the same. "Don't you worry, Breakdown. We'll see to it that those humans pay for their arrogance," he says reasonably, as if soothing him. "You have my word on that. But that's no reason to leave yourself so...maimed. Why not fix the optic -- if you ever have the chance, that is -- wouldn't that really stick it to them? Show them that no filthy organics can keep a mech like you down. Of course, I'm sure we'll send the message clear enough when we crush them like the lowly insects they are..."

He knows he's pressing Breakdown, but there's just something about the idea of leaving Breakdown's optic the way it is that strikes him as deeply wrong. It feels like leaving him incomplete, as though he's left his work only half-finished.