"Hey," Ratchet says, his voice low and softer than Drift has heard it in... a long time, likely. "No. There was nothing you could have done. Not much anybody could have done, really, after I deliberately pissed Tarn off. Anyway."

Ratchet watches Drift, his expression shifting unreadably.

"I know you don't remember Delphi, but this brings me back," he says, almost quietly. "The base was on Messatine, right in the middle of DJD territory. When we were first attacked, we thought it was them, and you asked me to kill you if they came around, to keep you from getting captured." An expression that's too lopsided and pained to be a grin stretches part of his mouth. "I told you to go to hell."