[Terra's not about to break anything. He's being careful even if he's surrounded by metal. It's still someone's actual physical body, and there's only so much that's even okay when it comes to someone else. Breaking things was simply out of the question. It never occurs to him, and maybe never would, to intentionally cause damage to an Autobot's interior.

Exterior is another matter, if push came to shove. But inside? That just wasn't right. Terra didn't really bother with the idea of honor too much, but it was there anyway. Bee was being kind, abusing that would be the wrong thing to do.

And he is not touching the steering wheel. Or the pedals. He's curious about what they're for but they look more important than vents.

That it is definitely not some other Terra that Bee - and thus Sora - was talking about, he doesn't say. He recognizes it anyway, but saying so ... no. A little anonymity even for a little longer was a comfortable thing, and he was not comfortable with that boy.]

It seems to be that way a lot more than it ever should. The fates of worlds or universes or whatever, in the hands of ... kids. Human kids, robot kids.. alien kids. Look at our Digimon. They're by and large calling in children to save the world. Adolescents and younger.

[It's sobering to an incredible amount, and dims some of Terra's glee at Giant Robot as effectively as sandpaper strips the shine off paint.]

I've seen you in another form. If I had to hedge my bets I'd say in your kind's terms, you're not all that old either. And yet here you are... fighting for something you never asked to. .. 'again', I bet. It makes me wonder how many of those kids all this rests on ever make it long enough to grow up.

[He doesn't. Aqua doesn't. Ven...]

... What a sobering topic.