Minimus, not one to be easily swayed away from the lawn, simply frowned and crossed his arms. This was very familiar territory; pleas to lighten their sentences by seeking a loophole to justify their actions. The problem was that when you allows certain crimes to be forgiven due to personal preferences, you open the path to letting similar crimes go unpunished. A dangerous precedent is set. How far into the gray area can one traverse before they are corrupt and complacent in lawlessness? Many an Autobot acted against the Code of Interplanetary Conflict in the idea that they were working for the greater good, thus leading to a high number of war criminals on both sides of the Great War. Despite having lost his title as the Enforcer, his spark felt the call of duty to protect Vaikuntha from degeneracy.

His neck, however, was strained from looking up at the towering god. How he wished that the Magnus Armor was fully functional to wear in public so he would have the advantage of height! It had been vorns and vorns since he had to look up at others every day. His optics narrowed slightly from the stress, but the mustache hid his facial expression.

"Hijacking and assault are not accusations that can be disproved so easily. Despite your intentions, your actions brought harm to many people, and having time erased does not erase what you did. If one murdered another while dismissing the loss of life as something that would be undone by time, they would display the same irresponsibly that you and your cohorts have."

The entire situation lead to an unpleasant sensation that bled underneath his plating like thick, crude oil.

"I know that you had accomplices with whom I will speak, but ultimately, the responsibility falls onto you. Is it not true that among species with adolescent stages of development, the elders have an onus to teach the developing members of society the difference between good and bad behavior?"