Starscream recoils as if he was just slapped, expression darkening with indignant ferocity. "Hypocrite? I would say that descriptor applies to you just as well. Here you are, doling out reprimands for acts of war that you have no part in, when you hold in your hands a device that could end an entire people and intend to turn it over to a mad woman! How dare YOU lecture me on the politics of my own species. You cannot possibly understand what Cybertron has dealt with over the millennia, it is a conflict an organic cant possibly hope to understand the nuances of."

He's emanating anger, but also confusion suppressed with a healthy dose of denial. "What I intend to do with the extractor after this meeting is hardly even relevant, because what I am doing right now is saving what is rightfully mine from the shame of being ended by a cowardly space witch and her gang of insects. Do you not wonder why, if we were of such a small threat to her, she would send you after such a tool in the first place? Your entire species survival against us persists only because you are smart enough to not engage face to face, so you cower and conspire to undo us from the shadows!"

He would have long since run away by now, were he still the same bot he was a few months ago, but recent events have left him even more terrified of failure and disappointment than he had previously experienced. "If I let you get away with that device and it makes it back to your master," he trails off wordlessly, expression furious but desperation is coming off of him in waves.