None of it is your fault, [ Drift put a certain stress on those words, in part because he could pick up on how tense Rodimus became when he took his hand. ] You can still —
[ Going quiet, Drift's face pulls into a look of uncertainty and some discomfort. What should he tell Rodimus? Yeah, buddy, push forward and try to win the spark of a disgraced former warlord you're chasing across the universe back from a friend with the self-esteem of a particularly shy rock. That would be fine with no repercussions. ]
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[ Going quiet, Drift's face pulls into a look of uncertainty and some discomfort. What should he tell Rodimus? Yeah, buddy, push forward and try to win the spark of a disgraced former warlord you're chasing across the universe back from a friend with the self-esteem of a particularly shy rock. That would be fine with no repercussions. ]
I don't know.