"No, I mean -- " Drift vents out a frustrated rush of air, still looking vaguely sick. "Why this? Why all of this? We're supposed to be on a quest for enlightenment. I never expected it to be easy, but I just thought -- "

Drift breaks off, shuttering his optics. He knows how guilt works just as well as Rodimus does, most certainly better than Tyrest -- well enough to feel its pangs now, mixed in with frustration. Drift's never considered himself naive, but he'd never imagined their quest would go so far off the rails. He just slumps against Rodimus, pressing his forehelm tiredly to the other mech's shoulder.