Ratchet's voice is heavy and sure, and his hand doesn't slide away from First Aid's shoulder.
"Well said. Again." He makes a soft noise, shaking his head. "Pharma's not my friend. Not anymore. ...he hasn't been for a long time, and you knew that better than I did. I don't see a murderer when I look at you, First Aid. I see the medic I still want to take over as CMO, when he can. But that's--it's what you had to do. I don't think I could have, and it was a hard thing. I wish I'd known earlier. ...anyway."
He looks unbearably tired--he doesn't know how he feels about Pharma's murder, but he can't bring himself to be angry with First Aid, not with everything else that's happened here. His arm aches at the joint where the crutch is pressed and he draws it back from First Aid's shoulder, settling on his crutch again.
"What I'm saying is, take your time, if you need to. All right? The post will be here for you when you can take it."
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Ratchet's voice is heavy and sure, and his hand doesn't slide away from First Aid's shoulder.
"Well said. Again." He makes a soft noise, shaking his head. "Pharma's not my friend. Not anymore. ...he hasn't been for a long time, and you knew that better than I did. I don't see a murderer when I look at you, First Aid. I see the medic I still want to take over as CMO, when he can. But that's--it's what you had to do. I don't think I could have, and it was a hard thing. I wish I'd known earlier. ...anyway."
He looks unbearably tired--he doesn't know how he feels about Pharma's murder, but he can't bring himself to be angry with First Aid, not with everything else that's happened here. His arm aches at the joint where the crutch is pressed and he draws it back from First Aid's shoulder, settling on his crutch again.
"What I'm saying is, take your time, if you need to. All right? The post will be here for you when you can take it."