[Wing has no idea that Drift's flung the device away, all he knows is that it's the first he's heard from Drift in several days. He doesn't like his possessions getting away from him...]

Drift, there you are. You had me...worried. [His voice is full of sweetness until the end, which stings like a reprimand.]

[There's a rejection within Drift's words, and though the darkness cloaking Wing shrugs it off as simply 'acting up', somewhere deep within Wing there's a piece that's wracked with pain and struggling to get out; like a bird flinging itself against the bars of its cage repeatedly until one of them breaks.]

But you see, I'm afraid it's not that simple... I'm not ready to let you go yet.