The ideological and cultural differences between Decepticon and Autobot society was vast and deep. Aftermath had been struggling for years to put things into words, trying to explain, trying to understand it himself.

It wasn't the sort of thing that could easily be discussed with time constraints however, and he doesn't try to push the subject. He'd already taken up a lot of Ratchet's free time.

"That'll be more than fine, thank you," the old truck nods, flipping the microphone away and shutting off the recording software.

"Before I leave however, I've found some potential supplies while I was out and about. Not sure if it's anything too useful, but..." Sliding a medium sized crate out of his inventory, he looks at Ratchet expectantly. "Would you like me to leave it here for you?"