You won't have to, will you? You took my needles. Problem solved.
[Despite Chromedome's best efforts to come off as casual, a bitter resentment seeps into voice. His fingers itch, despite the absence of the needles, and it's driving him crazy. He wanted to inject again, but had no ability to. Frustration wells up in his spark, only to be pushed forcibly back down as Chromedome reminds himself that he wants to do better. To do better means to put this behind him.
Which is one of those things that are easier said than done.]
Look, I don't know how I'll do it, but I'll fix my problems.
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[Despite Chromedome's best efforts to come off as casual, a bitter resentment seeps into voice. His fingers itch, despite the absence of the needles, and it's driving him crazy. He wanted to inject again, but had no ability to. Frustration wells up in his spark, only to be pushed forcibly back down as Chromedome reminds himself that he wants to do better. To do better means to put this behind him.
Which is one of those things that are easier said than done.]
Look, I don't know how I'll do it, but I'll fix my problems.
[Somehow.]