[He takes a hesitant step back, peering at Ratchet. For a moment, he really wonders about telling him off, to tell him to go away. He still isn't sure about trusting him or Drift or anyone here.
Like it or not, he's alone. And Fulcrum, for how lucky he's gotten skating by, can't go on alone. He's probably lucky enough that the doctor is willing to work on him.]
...All right.
[Reluctantly, he relents and turns around. Fulcrum hates it about himself, but he's starting to tremble.]
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Like it or not, he's alone. And Fulcrum, for how lucky he's gotten skating by, can't go on alone. He's probably lucky enough that the doctor is willing to work on him.]
...All right.
[Reluctantly, he relents and turns around. Fulcrum hates it about himself, but he's starting to tremble.]
Make it fast, please.