[ Drift wants to kick himself for how flippant that came out, but it was hard to snuff out his frustration at his Amica. What happened just before winding up here still had Drift twisted up inside with a potent concoction of guilt and anger. ]
Without the ship, the crew, or you to keep him on his toes, Rodimus has just been falling apart. Just for a scrap of what he had on the Lost Light, he's subjected himself to working aboard Thunderclash's ship, but you can tell his fire's all but gone out.
[ Drift buckled under the weight of what he was saying and laid his face into his hand. ]
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[ Drift wants to kick himself for how flippant that came out, but it was hard to snuff out his frustration at his Amica. What happened just before winding up here still had Drift twisted up inside with a potent concoction of guilt and anger. ]
Without the ship, the crew, or you to keep him on his toes, Rodimus has just been falling apart. Just for a scrap of what he had on the Lost Light, he's subjected himself to working aboard Thunderclash's ship, but you can tell his fire's all but gone out.
[ Drift buckled under the weight of what he was saying and laid his face into his hand. ]
He showed up late to Ratchet's funeral, drunk.