His face is open and surprised into almost-softness as his hands come up to catch Krok's, pressing it gently to his windscreen before he just... holds it, too tired to reconsider the gesture.
"I wasn't going to just--just refuse care, especially not when I was trying to clean up a mess made by a crewmate to begin with. And I promised Spinister you were going to be okay and you were dying, right in front of us. You trusted me--you both did. I couldn't just... not do everything possible to make sure I kept my word."
Ratchet looks away from Krok's face, almost self-conscious now.
"Anyway, I don't know what you mean by 'someone like you' anyway. I ran a clinic for empties before the war really started, when I first became CMO--I've seen and treated far worse, for less."
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His face is open and surprised into almost-softness as his hands come up to catch Krok's, pressing it gently to his windscreen before he just... holds it, too tired to reconsider the gesture.
"I wasn't going to just--just refuse care, especially not when I was trying to clean up a mess made by a crewmate to begin with. And I promised Spinister you were going to be okay and you were dying, right in front of us. You trusted me--you both did. I couldn't just... not do everything possible to make sure I kept my word."
Ratchet looks away from Krok's face, almost self-conscious now.
"Anyway, I don't know what you mean by 'someone like you' anyway. I ran a clinic for empties before the war really started, when I first became CMO--I've seen and treated far worse, for less."