First Aid bites back bitter words from spilling from his vocalizer. There it was, the offer of CMO again. But Ratchet still had no intention of giving that title away when he had working hands, did he? And his grief was just another excuse to hold onto it.

They had already had that conversation, though. First Aid's visor flickers and he looks back at Ratchet, feeling resentment for the exhausted expression on his face. He didn't hate Ratchet-- he just hated this behavior.

"Right." First Aid cycles a vent. "You told me he's alive for a reason. You probably know what will happen if I see him."

Pharma couldn't be allowed to live-- not home, especially not here. Really, could he do it again? First Aid curls his hands into fists to keep them from shaking.