"Indeed," Mirage agreed dryly, wincing as he touched the torn and bleeding side of his optic. ...Where those cracks in his vision as well?

Wretched beast.

Mirage sighed as he trailed after Cliffjumper, the residual stiffness in his limbs not parting even with the ongoing virus purge. He gave the smaller mech a look.

"No. Classified. Yes. And generally, very. In that order."