Drift's spark goes cold in his chest at the way Ratchet looks at him, at the soft tones of his voice. Something about all of this feels critically wrong.

"I was talking to Rodimus. You'd just finished rebuilding his arms after the whole sparkeater fiasco." Drift frowns, crossing his arms over his chest. "Look, I already know I've...missed some things, or I'm behind, or -- there's time travel involved, I get it. Why are you looking at me like that?"