First Aid stands his ground when Rampage towers over him, but he sways slightly at the strength of the poke. It felt somewhat like a punch, his hand raising to press against the sore plating after.

"Because I killed him," he says, his visor flickering with shame. "I was-- angry."

He tilts his head, looking up at the larger mech's face.

"Things are different here. The dead can be alive. I lost my arm when I saw him again." This was an uncomfortable topic. His field prickles with guilt and sadness, his tank roiling.

"I would just like the company."