Oh, well that's -- oh. It's a lot. Even as ordered and coherent as it is, it's a lot to take in. Drift doesn't know what to say for a long time, just stares back at Ratchet, his face slowly overcome with some unnamed emotion.
It'd sound like a far-fetched tale, all this Autobot doctor murdering patients for the DJD stuff, if Drift hadn't heard a whole bunch of way more improbable crap from Rodimus. And this disease, this near-fatal degenerative virus that according to Ratchet had nearly killed Drift -- the thought makes his tanks churn, his spark waver. But the last part -- that he'd saved Ratchet, that he'd pulled himself out of his deathbed to do it -- he doesn't have such a hard time believing that. He'd save Ratchet's life, given half the chance. Of course he would.
Drift's tempted to find somewhere to sit down, but recent practical experience has taught him that sitting down does not, in fact, make bizarre and heavy news any easier to bear, so he stays right where he is, his face wrought with startled emotion.
"Oh," Drift finally manages. It's kind of a weak response, all in all. "Is that why you're...?" He gestures vaguely, unsure of how to articulate less of a complete asshole in my general direction tactfully.
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It'd sound like a far-fetched tale, all this Autobot doctor murdering patients for the DJD stuff, if Drift hadn't heard a whole bunch of way more improbable crap from Rodimus. And this disease, this near-fatal degenerative virus that according to Ratchet had nearly killed Drift -- the thought makes his tanks churn, his spark waver. But the last part -- that he'd saved Ratchet, that he'd pulled himself out of his deathbed to do it -- he doesn't have such a hard time believing that. He'd save Ratchet's life, given half the chance. Of course he would.
Drift's tempted to find somewhere to sit down, but recent practical experience has taught him that sitting down does not, in fact, make bizarre and heavy news any easier to bear, so he stays right where he is, his face wrought with startled emotion.
"Oh," Drift finally manages. It's kind of a weak response, all in all. "Is that why you're...?" He gestures vaguely, unsure of how to articulate less of a complete asshole in my general direction tactfully.