[Smokescreen jerks a bit, vents hitching as he meets Ratchet's gaze. His optics are dim--barely glowing as he stares at the medic, a haunted, pain look there as he slowly shakes his head.]
We...no one knew....we had to--he asked us to...we didn't want to but there was no other way, Ratchet.
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We...no one knew....we had to--he asked us to...we didn't want to but there was no other way, Ratchet.