"No." Verity bites backs with renewed semse of vigor that purpose Ratchet neither anticipate not wanted.

"Phantom pain jolts your joints and burns where it shouldn't; I'm getting sick of the disparities being drawn in the fucking sand like their absolutes when you and I both know what ties humans and Cybertronians together is an unmitigated sense that pain is transient between mind and body."

The way she stands, shaking on a hobbled leg is precarious as it is almost Prime like of jer.

"Physician heal thy self if a saying of ours, too."