Ratchet dims his optics and takes a slow, cooling vent of air in, still looking a little stunned.
"Incoherent," he says, icily. "Excellent. I'm going to strip the paint from his plating. Then you don't remember anything about Fort Max, or--"
Ratchet actually falters a little, looking up at Drift again with uncertain optics.
"...you don't remember Delphi. Pharma, or Delphi, or--" One hand comes up involuntarily, wrapping around the opposite wrist and looking helplessly into Drift's face, almost entirely at a loss. "Oh."
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"Incoherent," he says, icily. "Excellent. I'm going to strip the paint from his plating. Then you don't remember anything about Fort Max, or--"
Ratchet actually falters a little, looking up at Drift again with uncertain optics.
"...you don't remember Delphi. Pharma, or Delphi, or--" One hand comes up involuntarily, wrapping around the opposite wrist and looking helplessly into Drift's face, almost entirely at a loss. "Oh."