[Ratchet watches closely, his own optics sharp, a desperate edge to his interest that eases a little the longer Whirl works. He can work, with the claws--he's not a surgeon, and it shows, but he's steady and slow and capable. Ratchet resists the urge to weep with relief and answers Whirl's question instead.]
Yes. [His voice is quiet, something painfully like hope flaring in his face, brief and flickering.] That's good.
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Yes. [His voice is quiet, something painfully like hope flaring in his face, brief and flickering.] That's good.