Jazz is recharging. 64% avareness under standart, that is how they'd always done it.
Just a light nap, nothing more.
In the dreams haunting his processor in the few times that he allows himself the time to shut down, he can see it all over again. The way eyes lost their fire, how the once smoth-talking excentric hiding in a laboratory became arrogant and aloof. This is not what he wants to remember, but still... it is the way of his people.
Somewhere deep within his firewalls, there is a part of him that hopes he will not wake up again with weapons blazing and another comrade lacking some extremities.