"I know, I know. It feels terrible. I... miss them," First Aid murmurs, his vocalizer breaking a little.

He never would have guessed he'd end up pouring his spark out to a Phase Sixer; his chassis aches so much that he can barely think past it. It takes a few shuddering vents for him to focus on the footprints, hear the voices, and he transforms back into his root mode.

"Other people?" Oh, thank Primus. He's had enough of floating and wandering around aimlessly searching for people to last a lifetime. First Aid looks up at Sixshot, placing a hand gently against a leg. "You're not coming?"