Ratchet hesitates for a long moment, looking grave and cradling her just a little more securely. He sees the mute terror in her eyes and connects it, grief and pain pressing a leaden weight down on the tops of his tanks.
"You're going to be okay, Verity," he says, very firmly. "You aren't going to have an aneurysm. You aren't going to die on this table. You are going to be fine." He holds her hand back in a delicate grip, his optics locked on her face. "But if you want to give me the code, I'll take it."
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Ratchet hesitates for a long moment, looking grave and cradling her just a little more securely. He sees the mute terror in her eyes and connects it, grief and pain pressing a leaden weight down on the tops of his tanks.
"You're going to be okay, Verity," he says, very firmly. "You aren't going to have an aneurysm. You aren't going to die on this table. You are going to be fine." He holds her hand back in a delicate grip, his optics locked on her face. "But if you want to give me the code, I'll take it."