"Huh." Ratchet only sounds a little bitter. "Glad someone around here has an idea of what responsibility looks like."
Drift is mostly stable now, but there are still minor repairs to do. Ratchet works in silence for a few minutes.
"Look," he says suddenly. "I never really got a chance to explain about why I turned Tarn away. I mean--this is partly why, because he does things like this. But it's not all of it. ...it's not even most of it. And Pharma--he's here now. You should probably be briefed, if nothing else, in case he shows up here."
Ratchet's voice is oddly flat, scraped thin by a kind of pain that just leaves him looking tired and a little resigned.
"I joined up with The Lost Light originally because my hands were failing," he says quietly. "I could barely hold a glass, let alone..." He gestures with an elbow down to what he's doing, his jaw working briefly. "I wanted to find a new CMO, since I was about to be completely useless, and I thought Pharma was it."
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Drift is mostly stable now, but there are still minor repairs to do. Ratchet works in silence for a few minutes.
"Look," he says suddenly. "I never really got a chance to explain about why I turned Tarn away. I mean--this is partly why, because he does things like this. But it's not all of it. ...it's not even most of it. And Pharma--he's here now. You should probably be briefed, if nothing else, in case he shows up here."
Ratchet's voice is oddly flat, scraped thin by a kind of pain that just leaves him looking tired and a little resigned.
"I joined up with The Lost Light originally because my hands were failing," he says quietly. "I could barely hold a glass, let alone..." He gestures with an elbow down to what he's doing, his jaw working briefly. "I wanted to find a new CMO, since I was about to be completely useless, and I thought Pharma was it."