Arcee's optics contract and dilate, flashing angrily. She feels anger rise in her spark at the mention of Jetset, at the cruel tone of Starscream's voice. Even now, down on the ground at gunpoint, Arcee won't just let him talk like that.

"I'm not talking about the battlefield, Starscream, I'm talking about the cruelty. Since when was poisoning our entire planet a moral way to fight a war?" Arcee's gaze shifts to the barrels of his blasters for a moment, then back to his face, optics narrowing. "And don't you dare pretend that what you did to Jetset wasn't cruel. I've never enjoyed taking a life, Starscream, but you -- you toyed with her!"