"We're all here for a reason," Drift says hoarsely, but it sounds a little hollow this time, bitter.
And he is, because he's trying so hard to put his faith in this, whatever it is that's happening, but he can't think of a reason for Tarn to be here, either, except to make them suffer. Drift doesn't know how to reconcile that. Blind faith has never been easy for him, and that's what makes it all so significant -- but this... He runs his fingers over the brand etched into his chest and his face darkens, his frame heavy with some invisible weight. It makes everything he's done to leave that part of himself behind feel futile. We're all here for a reason -- the words repeat themselves in his head, he repeats them, just as much to assure himself as it is for Rodimus. He need there to be a reason.
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And he is, because he's trying so hard to put his faith in this, whatever it is that's happening, but he can't think of a reason for Tarn to be here, either, except to make them suffer. Drift doesn't know how to reconcile that. Blind faith has never been easy for him, and that's what makes it all so significant -- but this... He runs his fingers over the brand etched into his chest and his face darkens, his frame heavy with some invisible weight. It makes everything he's done to leave that part of himself behind feel futile. We're all here for a reason -- the words repeat themselves in his head, he repeats them, just as much to assure himself as it is for Rodimus. He need there to be a reason.