[his expression goes extremely tight at that, and the sound of glass shattering in his brain is almost audible. stiffly, he sits back down, looking intently at his own glass.]
...Yeah. He took a shot for Prime and it hit him in the spark chamber. I couldn't save him.
You don't actually look all that similar. Different enough that I don't get confused anymore at a glance. [ratchet keeps looking down at his glass, smiling a little.] I think he was younger, too, but he was in the same line of work. He'd still race Hot Rod for fun...
[but-- ah, not about that.]
It's strange, yeah, but when I see you it's not like I'm seein' a romantic partner I lost, so it could be worse, I guess. Maybe not, 'cuz he went pretty rough, but still. I didn't mean to keep this from ya as a... I don't know. On purpose. I want ya to know that I wouldn't be treatin' ya any different even if I'd never met a Prowl. I still think your gigantic huge brain is incredible and I'd still want to be your friend.
[he shouldn't really be friends with his patients, but ratchet scrapped that rule a good few million years ago. he can only do so much!]
[ his expression is largely stern - that serious gravitas that Prowl approached nearly every conversation with - except for the last bit, which makes a smile threaten to appear on his face. ]
Well, I appreciate that.
[ He grasps his drink with both hands, as if it might disappear at any moment. ]
You know the Ratchet I've worked with. I respect his skill, but you are nothing like him on a personal level. I don't think I could last ten minutes with him in a lab before we'd want to fight each other.
Good. [he tilts his head.] I wonder how we ended up so different sometimes; the other counterparts we ran into in Unspace were... pretty much the same, except for minor differences. That's the nature of infinity, s'ppose.
He's... good. Very good at his job. I think the worst version of me would be one that doesn't care. If you don't then... what's the point?
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...Yeah. He took a shot for Prime and it hit him in the spark chamber. I couldn't save him.
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I must be like a phantom to you.
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[but-- ah, not about that.]
It's strange, yeah, but when I see you it's not like I'm seein' a romantic partner I lost, so it could be worse, I guess. Maybe not, 'cuz he went pretty rough, but still. I didn't mean to keep this from ya as a... I don't know. On purpose. I want ya to know that I wouldn't be treatin' ya any different even if I'd never met a Prowl. I still think your gigantic huge brain is incredible and I'd still want to be your friend.
[he shouldn't really be friends with his patients, but ratchet scrapped that rule a good few million years ago. he can only do so much!]
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Well, I appreciate that.
[ He grasps his drink with both hands, as if it might disappear at any moment. ]
You know the Ratchet I've worked with. I respect his skill, but you are nothing like him on a personal level. I don't think I could last ten minutes with him in a lab before we'd want to fight each other.
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He's... good. Very good at his job. I think the worst version of me would be one that doesn't care. If you don't then... what's the point?