Yeah, weird how hours and hours in surgery will do that to you. No, I don't need help. [He jerks his chin in the direction of the medibay.] Walk with me anyway.

[Ratchet waits until they're out of earshot to speak again, though he watches Megatron as they walk with an odd expression on his face, calculating and warm all at once.]

You were right, to tell me off, back there. It was your decision to make. And I'm proud of you, for whatever that's worth. [He shrugs into his crutches.] I don't expect it to be earth-shattering or whatever, but it's true.