Drift is far too shocked to respond for a few agonizingly long moments. The question almost seems to whistle past his audials, his mind still awash in static. Crystal City empty -- attacked? His optics flicker for a moment, his arms stiff at his sides.
"I -- " He falters, optics going out of focus before settling back on Minimus' face, and they dim. He doesn't even know this mech, and he shouldn't have to answer such an abrupt accusation -- but it doesn't matter who this mech is. If he was a part of what happened to Overlord, then Drift owes it to him to explain. His optics dim, his shoulders going slack, but he meets Minimus' gaze anyway.
"...Yes," he says heavily, spark constricting his chest as he remembers what Ratchet had told him, of the deaths he and Rodimus had a hand in. But he doesn't want to point a finger at Rodimus, not like this -- and Drift certainly doesn't want to seem like he's trying to evade responsibility. "Yes, I was responsible. But I...think you should talk to Rodimus about it."
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"I -- " He falters, optics going out of focus before settling back on Minimus' face, and they dim. He doesn't even know this mech, and he shouldn't have to answer such an abrupt accusation -- but it doesn't matter who this mech is. If he was a part of what happened to Overlord, then Drift owes it to him to explain. His optics dim, his shoulders going slack, but he meets Minimus' gaze anyway.
"...Yes," he says heavily, spark constricting his chest as he remembers what Ratchet had told him, of the deaths he and Rodimus had a hand in. But he doesn't want to point a finger at Rodimus, not like this -- and Drift certainly doesn't want to seem like he's trying to evade responsibility. "Yes, I was responsible. But I...think you should talk to Rodimus about it."