"I don't think I was forced to do anything." Drift's voice is low, almost hollow, but steady. The sharpness of the anger in Ratchet's voice is familiar, and it's almost comforting. He lifts his gaze back to Ratchet's face, his face set in something akin to resignation. "I know I have no way of knowing exactly what happened, not right now, but...I doubt anyone forced me to do what I did, Ratchet. I know Rodimus wouldn't, whatever you think of him."

He looks at Ratchet almost helplessly, his shoulders slackening. "We can't afford to lose Rodimus, Ratchet. Everything depends on him staying on the ship. I can't tell you what happened, Ratchet, but -- I'd have done it. I'd have convinced Rodimus to do it."