::That ain't what I meant!:: Cliffjumper hissed and then winced as he caught the twitch of Mirage's wheels at the corner of his vision and grit his teeth. He wasn't sure how to explain, or even if he wanted to, though Mirage's last words had him grimacing.

::It ain't a fraggin' pity watchin' somehow havin' pain inflicted on 'em, no matter how... how willing. That just... it's not---!:: He was surprised at the sudden rush of words, and then they just stopped and Cliffjumper was left with something like a taste of burned ozone in his mouth and engine rumbling jerkily.

(Though the taste was more imagined than not.)