[He almost jerks away, almost shoves the hand off of him.]
[But... this is it. This is all there is. This world -- this contact -- this Autobot. No going back. No pounding sense into the processors of the young, no standing beside Prime. No Ratchet following in his wake, lecturing him... All because he'd let his guard down.]
[The touch is what smacks it all home, finally, and his shoulders sag. He nods, slightly, unable to decide on any words.]
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[But... this is it. This is all there is. This world -- this contact -- this Autobot. No going back. No pounding sense into the processors of the young, no standing beside Prime. No Ratchet following in his wake, lecturing him... All because he'd let his guard down.]
[The touch is what smacks it all home, finally, and his shoulders sag. He nods, slightly, unable to decide on any words.]
[All Spark. He failed them all.]