You think it's easy for me, knowing that my friends could be hurt and I might not be able to do anything about it? [Ratchet's voice is thin and edged, cutting across the feed like razor wire.] You think the only reason I give a damn about any of you is because it's my job? You think I want anybody I care about to die because I couldn't work out a solution to a problem?

I'm worried about you, too!