Ambulon’s eyes are like saucers. He’s pressed up against the wall, as far from Tarn as he could get without leaving First Aid behind in his terror. As Ratchet turns to make his way back to them, Ambulon is snapped from his trance.

“f-fine…” he clears static from his throat “I’m fine. We’re ok.”

He shakes his helm slightly, trying to snap himself out of the horror gripping his mind. He’s gone. Tarn is gone. He’s still alive. He stares very levelly at Ratchet.

“I can’t believe you just did that."