"And he was gonna--- or is goin' to, from your point of view, I suppose, let Ratchet and Wheeljack vivisect Sephie!" Cliffjumper tossed his hands up in the air and then clamped silent again, if only to let Soundwave actually speak.

And Cliffjumper's the same when it comes to alternate reality things, but he still occasionally wanders into questions like that, mostly because he's confused by it.

"Gonna do that," he grunted, staring - honestly more like glaring - at the ground, and then looked up again, a grimace somehow softening the narrow line his lips had pressed into. "Just like you're gonna do. Just... be more careful, okay? An' I keep being suspicious and disapproving enough for both of us."

Cliffjumper huffed, then and glanced from his own - usually darkened all the time now, but not less there because of it - red Autobrand to the Decepticon insignia Soundwave wore. Which, you know... also was red.

"Except it does. Usually anyway since I dunno... some other realities seem..." He scowled, shaking his helm and reached out to tap Soundwave's insignia.

"Red, both of 'em, see? Even if ya get traitors in all places, that ain't what counts." That was, of course, somewhat simplistic, but when the colour had been what linked the "good" faction in both realities Cliffjumper had been to - disregarding places like this - why shouldn't he use that as his basis?

"... Also, uh. Sorry for... ya know. Coming in here yelling at you when you're still injured."

It hadn't at all been what he'd planned to do.