[Ratchet watches Whirl closely for a moment, his optics sharp and focused, but he doesn't say anything as he shifts his other arm closer to Whirl on the tabletop. He tucks his other arm under it so neither of them has to look at the bare stump where his hand should be, his ventilations soft and shallow and his optics pale as he watches Whirl ease the last of the parts connecting his hand to his wrist away.]
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