[Four million years. He cannot even begin to imagine. A month ago he could hardly imagine what living for more than two weeks was like. To live for that long--longer--and to lose that much time...
He thought his amnesia was bad.
He can understand that anger, but it doesn't appear that Ironhide has a target to direct it at. The assassin is all too familiar with lashing out, but it's clear the red Bot is in control of himself, so he doesn't tense or start.
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He thought his amnesia was bad.
He can understand that anger, but it doesn't appear that Ironhide has a target to direct it at. The assassin is all too familiar with lashing out, but it's clear the red Bot is in control of himself, so he doesn't tense or start.
A long pause passes before he speaks.]
I lost ninety-five.