"I wasn't part of that," he's quick to point out. Not that he feels particularly bad about it, he just doesn't want any unpleasant rumors to get started. "I wasn't even born yet." He's not going to touch on her comment about empathy. A little of it would have gone a long way to avoiding war in the first place, but he's not going to belabor the point.

That gets an eyebrow raise. "How do the humans know to trust you, then, if no one's passed down this information? You never questioned your programming?" He pauses, frowns, and asks, "Were you created with free will, or was that something that emerged later? Because no one gave us a choice to do humanity's dirty work."

He looks from Blaze to Ghost, but doesn't miss that tactful pause in the small bot's answer. Sounds like the Guardian is a bit of a thrill-seeker. Heh. "The others are handling it well enough, but they were the ones who decided to destroy the resurrection hubs. My brothers weren't happy about it, obviously. The Ones?" He smiles sharply. "They lost their minds. They hated being biological more than any of us, so let me tell you, that was a real blow to their collective egos." His smile fades and he adds more soberly, "I think I was the only one to make peace with it, especially after I got shot. I was... really tired, y'know? I was kind of looking forward to not having to do any of that again."