[Ratchet stares at Magnus for a long time, struck and a little ill, his tanks rolling. His voice is extremely deliberate when he finally speaks again.]

How dare you? [Quietly.] How dare you tell me that I don't know what it's like to wish that I could give my life up for someone else's when I believe that preventing their death was my professional responsibility. You want to talk to me-- [He raises a claw and levels it at the screen, his expression fierce.] --you want to talk to me, now, about purpose? I've had that stripped from me twice now, Magnus. But it wasn't you who died during the D.J.D.'s assault. And you're right, the purpose you had isn't the same one you have now.

I've told you this before, but apparently you need to hear it again--you are a fine Ultra Magnus, one of the best, and I'm in a position to know. You are one of the best Ultra Magnuses, as far as I'm concerned. Furthermore, you are my friend, and I care about you, and knowing you makes me happy. [He shrugs, visible on the network.]

If you think that on top of all the work you did as Ultra Magnus translates to you having nothing to show for it, then I have no idea what to tell you. Besides that I don't hate you, and I don't blame you, and I'm sorry.