"Right, because the Decepticons would have thrown down their guns the moment we did instead of killing us." Yeah. That wasn't likely to happen at all - not even at the very beginning. "I'm not trying to kill him, aren't I? But if he makes one wrong move, if something happens to anyone here--" Then he knows who's responsible. He won't let people die just because some white mech decided that they should put four million years of war behind them without even a hint of apprehension about it being Megatron.

He shifts, scowling more when it suddenly dawns on Rodimus where he's seen the sort of mechs that Wing reminds him so strongly of.

"You're from the Circle of Light, right? Dai Atlas' group."