[It's a relief when Ratchet speaks. An immense relief. He doesn't have to try and stumble over what he wants to say. He can just let his friend take care of that. He shrugs, stepping closer.
It's... now or never. If he runs now, he won't ever have the spinal struts to do this again.]
Not... exactly... A little of it.
[He reaches over to roughly grab the other's hand, and dumps something into it. It makes a metallic clink.]
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It's... now or never. If he runs now, he won't ever have the spinal struts to do this again.]
Not... exactly... A little of it.
[He reaches over to roughly grab the other's hand, and dumps something into it. It makes a metallic clink.]
... Mostly... Ours.