He just stared back, the glow of his optics steady. Yeah, he was being absolutely serious here.

"I still don't fraggin' get why, Mirage." Throwing his arms up, he then slumped back and crossed them over his chestplates, feeling frustrated. "If those who can't see all that slag can do all the stuff anyway, what the slag are... 'sensitives' needed for then?!"

Not that he'd ever had agreed to stay and be trained if he'd been found out back in the day. Would he have had a choice? Eyeing Mirage, Cliffjumper decided he didn't want to know if he'd have had a choice regarding to stay and be trained or not.