[Devcon is no fool. He is a survivor of many horrors, and he has no interest in getting grounded or even worse, tamed. The way the human talks, what he says - makes his tank roll.]

Awful things done to you and your loved ones. Teach us lessons. Dangerous lessons. You... died. Erasing memory-files? Aw, smelt. Why didn't I stay in Cybertron?

[His vocals grow more agitated for each thing he repeats and once done, the hunter's optics are widened. He's been a prisoner before. He survived being hacked, not too long ago. The idea of being forced through similar things makes him shudder. At least he has no loved ones to worry about.]

This is a slaggin' Pit, isn't it? And those in control... I'm not in need of a lesson. I'm need deep space, good booze and a decent hunt! Ugh. The 'Con got out. How did he get away?