Ratchet barks a short laugh, not unkind, his optics flashing.
"Damn right it won't," he says, shaking his head. "You know, you told Optimus to his face you weren't sorry. Looked right at him when we had you captured and trussed up in the belly of a ship hurtling through deep space and there was not a lot keeping us from chucking you out an airlock, and you told him you only regretted that you hadn't done more. That all the killing wasn't enough. Murder on an industrial scale, you called it, because you liked it." Ratchet's expression shifts, calcifying, his hands moving ceaselessly. "You told him you learned to hate in a cell like that one.
"And, you know. For all your lack of understanding--for all your disbelief and confusion--you haven't called me a liar. You haven't refused to believe it's true."
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"Damn right it won't," he says, shaking his head. "You know, you told Optimus to his face you weren't sorry. Looked right at him when we had you captured and trussed up in the belly of a ship hurtling through deep space and there was not a lot keeping us from chucking you out an airlock, and you told him you only regretted that you hadn't done more. That all the killing wasn't enough. Murder on an industrial scale, you called it, because you liked it." Ratchet's expression shifts, calcifying, his hands moving ceaselessly. "You told him you learned to hate in a cell like that one.
"And, you know. For all your lack of understanding--for all your disbelief and confusion--you haven't called me a liar. You haven't refused to believe it's true."