Things were obviously going to get heated. First Aid's visor narrows as he stares back at Ratchet, his frame tense.
"Run away! That's a thing you can do, you know! Well, obviously not now, but prior to losing a leg and a wheel, it was possible." He's offended, hurt that Ratchet would fling the comparison to Pharma at him. He was worried; to First Aid, facing down the DJD was an act only of an idiot. Trailcutter's smile and soft refusal of help was still fresh in his memories. He was tired of stupid heroism.
"Did you even try to call for help? Or anything? I should have known sooner. You could have-- you could have woken me up, or sent someone to wake me up. I'm depressed, not a ghost."
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"Run away! That's a thing you can do, you know! Well, obviously not now, but prior to losing a leg and a wheel, it was possible." He's offended, hurt that Ratchet would fling the comparison to Pharma at him. He was worried; to First Aid, facing down the DJD was an act only of an idiot. Trailcutter's smile and soft refusal of help was still fresh in his memories. He was tired of stupid heroism.
"Did you even try to call for help? Or anything? I should have known sooner. You could have-- you could have woken me up, or sent someone to wake me up. I'm depressed, not a ghost."