[He can't help the flare of anger. He tries, staring at the feed for a long moment before replying.]

For you, clearly, at least, no. I'm not 'enough'. Because I made you 'look like a fool', you couldn't even bring yourself to care that I died.

Why? Because I was clumsy. Because I thought I could get things across without words. That actions spoke louder and better. We've never been good with words. And I wanted...I wanted it too much to risk messing it up by saying something. I'm sorry. I am.

And you ignored me. Ignored everything, and now you show up and tear into me like I've done something wrong for feeling unworthy when everything you've done, everything Wing's done, has done nothing but tell me that I am.

Make her happy, Perceptor. That's the only thing I dare ask of you. Make her happy because Primus knows I can't with either of you.