Ratchet gets a stubborn look back, and he stands up off the medical slab. He didn't particularly want to wince on his way back to two feet again, but he manages to plant down firmly.

"What am I going to do with it?"

His hand reaches inside the compartment, taking out the dripping tcog,"Because of people like him, generations of Cybertronians were treated like mindless machines. Disposable parts for Sentinel and his masters to prop themselves up on. Judged and given value because of this."

The hand closes just a little too tightly over the organ,"Here's what I'm going to do - get rid of it for both of us. I don't care what happens to this as long as Sentinel feels some of the pain that he's caused."