Ratchet stares down at First Aid, at the awful stillness, and exhales a soft, unsteady hiss of warm air, dragging another vent in as he debates briefly.

"He also told me you killed him," Ratchet says, very softly. There's no anger in his voice--he doesn't show any emotion at all, actually, just watches First Aid, his expression carefully neutral. "I'm going to assume it's true."