[If he had his wrench, it would be meeting your face right now. Entering the room further, he grumbles to himself, optics falling over the rest of Ironhide's frame.]
[He doesn't protest, for once, and steps forward. The damage he's had done to him on the boat is gone. But the limp remains--the hole has been reduced to its pre-Ganondorf/Shockwave state.]
Of course I will. But I still think you were an idiot.
[He doesn't look up, placing a hand on his chestplate, inspecting the damage for himself. It looked far better, at least, though not fully repaired. At least there was one positive out of this.]
It is not the first time you have run headfirst into a situation, and I do not expect it to be the last.
But if you leave me to find out you have been killed but Jazz scolding you over the network again, I will finish you myself next time.
[He looks down, at the hand on his chest. He hadn't been afraid, back there. But... regretful? Because of what they had now? His hand hesitantly rests on the other's shoulder.]
How did he find out? It was only a couple organics and me, who went in there.
I have said it in the past - Leave it to you, to prove me right.
[Ratchet had become unfortunately accustommed to dealing with the loss of his friends - But the news that Ironhide was lost had hit him harder than he had expected. He almost refused to believe that the stubborn warrior could be killed, after all that he had dealt with in his long life.
Even knowing that he would return hadn't eased the mess of emotions in his processor - and now that he was back, he had to resist the urge to weld his sorry aft to the floor to keep him from leaving again.]
[He's not sure how to deal with this all. Death was... final. He'd felt it--the pieces embedded in his back driven forward... His paneling twitches and his intakes hitch. Not how he'd expected to go.
He takes a step closer, tightening his hold on Ratchet's armor.]
Probably should punch him for that. Making you worry... Mikaela all right?
[The head touch surprises him. And that's all it takes. He leans against him, heavily. He never thought he'd need to, but it's weighing on him more than he expected.]
Have to go find her. Apologize... I... Should have tried harder...
Status and location. Now.
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My quarters... online.
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Oh, you really are in trouble.]
You have three nanoseconds to explain yourself.
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You heard the voice. Little female. Thought it could be... [He shrugs, trailing off.] I did not think there was anything dangerous in a theatre.
Not for me.
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[He shakes his head. Yeah, he knows that's not what he was supposed to say. But he doesn't have an excuse. And he's not going to make any.]
I am... sorry.
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[If he had his wrench, it would be meeting your face right now. Entering the room further, he grumbles to himself, optics falling over the rest of Ironhide's frame.]
Come here, then. Let me examine the damage.
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You are not going to forgive me, are you?
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[He doesn't look up, placing a hand on his chestplate, inspecting the damage for himself. It looked far better, at least, though not fully repaired. At least there was one positive out of this.]
It is not the first time you have run headfirst into a situation, and I do not expect it to be the last.
But if you leave me to find out you have been killed but Jazz scolding you over the network again, I will finish you myself next time.
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[He looks down, at the hand on his chest. He hadn't been afraid, back there. But... regretful? Because of what they had now? His hand hesitantly rests on the other's shoulder.]
How did he find out? It was only a couple organics and me, who went in there.
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[Ratchet had become unfortunately accustommed to dealing with the loss of his friends - But the news that Ironhide was lost had hit him harder than he had expected. He almost refused to believe that the stubborn warrior could be killed, after all that he had dealt with in his long life.
Even knowing that he would return hadn't eased the mess of emotions in his processor - and now that he was back, he had to resist the urge to weld his sorry aft to the floor to keep him from leaving again.]
One of your companions announced what occurred.
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[He's not sure how to deal with this all. Death was... final. He'd felt it--the pieces embedded in his back driven forward... His paneling twitches and his intakes hitch. Not how he'd expected to go.
He takes a step closer, tightening his hold on Ratchet's armor.]
Probably should punch him for that. Making you worry... Mikaela all right?
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[He glanced up from his chest, leaning forward to bump his forehead lightly against Ironhide's.]
She did not believe you could have died - I do not think she is taking it well. We both returned to the theatre, when we heard.
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[The head touch surprises him. And that's all it takes. He leans against him, heavily. He never thought he'd need to, but it's weighing on him more than he expected.]
Have to go find her. Apologize... I... Should have tried harder...
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