It isn't about Ratchet expecting thanks, Krok wants to argue. It was a thankless job that few even considered necessary; fewer still were willing to actually do it back then. He wants to shake Ratchet until it sinks in that anybody in Ratchet's position caring about manual classes and burnouts was enough to shake up the worldview of more than a few bots Krok knew back then. But the subject is queer and clumsy, and he's too weak still to do any shaking.

"You too," he finally says with a rattling sigh, moving on grudgingly. "You did all that for someone like me. Could've killed yourself while you were at it." His laugh is short, bitter, and he looks up at the ceiling. "Do you suppose we'd have come back?" he wonders. Chromedome did, after all.