"Because he attacked a prisoner, period. When someone is in our custody, guilty or not, they should be treated with a certain set of standards." Fists clenching, he met his gaze unflinchingly.

"Criminal or not, we are all Cybertronians, cut from the same spark."

The elevator dinged, and doors slid open, reveling a long hall parallel to the lift, well lit and nicely decorated, with many doors lining the way. Optimus stepped out, motioning them to follow, and Ratchet had to pause his work to comply.

"...And he was stupid enough to do it right in front of me, with a medic on hand. That sort of guard is not someone I want guarding my back, or anyone else's."