[Ratchet flicks out the small UV light and shines it over the back of Fulcrum's neck--where five vivid pinpricks stand out, sharp and accusing. Ratchet stares at them, the bottom dropping from his tanks for an endless, suspended moment before he switches the hand the UV light is in, flips open his wrist scanner, and takes a careful photograph of the physical evidence of the damage that's been done.]
Finished. [Ratchet knows his voice must sound strange, but he can barely even care just now.] Someone has tampered with your memories, and I need you to come with me.
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Finished. [Ratchet knows his voice must sound strange, but he can barely even care just now.] Someone has tampered with your memories, and I need you to come with me.