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[madgoddess]

you call upon Quintessa, the Prime of Life "Whether you are a creation of mine or not, you are welcome here..." ( . audio | video | text | action . )

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[botopsy]

I'd updated your files with as thorough notes as I could after the first time, but let me know if there's anything further I could do with my whole three hours experience.

[it's probably astoundingly clear to her that he's saying this less because he doesn't trust the other medics and more because of that extremely annoying autobot/medic tendancy to feel responsible for everyone you lay optics on, especially if you've been through something awful with them.

he'd be lying if he said he hadn't been thinking of that brief flash of black handprint a lot.]

And, uh-- how's Velocity holdin' up?

[ah, presumably the real reason for the call.]

[madgoddess]

Not at this time, Ratchet. Your timely medical interventions proved once again a decisive factor in our success.

She has... a long road ahead. The physical shall be much easier to mend than the mental, as is usually the way.

[botopsy]

I-- yeah. Thanks for doin' what you did.

[he hadn't been able to remain conscious the entire trip back, but had predictably forced himself upright until he was sure no-one was dying suddenly. lovely comfortable seats to fall asleep in, those shuttles. plus it was fascinating watching quintessa work.]

We can-- we'll be there for her. If she wants us.

[madgoddess]

It is nothing less than my responsibility.

Whether she wants it or not, she will need it. As a physician, surely you must know that the patient does not always know what is best for them.

[botopsy]

Of course. [he remembers his first fight, too. sure would've been nice to have quintessa and her magic around then, even if he still mentally balks at a lot of her whole deal. if only she'd had literally any other name! ah, but that's not her fault. she hasn't done what they did.] I apologise, I don't mean to treat you like a sounding board for my own nonsense.

[he's not fully sure that's entirely what he's doing here.]

I'm-- glad you're alright at any rate. I know we got a bit of a weird history, but I was worried about that sniper damage.

[madgoddess]

I do not mind. Others choose to confide in me; I take it as a welcome connection.

No one would have blamed you if you were unable to heal me, Ratchet.

[botopsy]

No, I suppose not. [he doesn't quite believe that notion, but.] Keep a sample of the poison, if you can? Might as well get started on future antidote shots.