"Yeah, I remember Vector Sigma, when I had to put you back together after you ran yourself through! I recall vividly, thank you!"

Ratchet stops, drawing a slow vent of cool air into his system.

"You," he says, his voice very deliberate, "let Rodimus blame you for an event that could have caused the brutal murder of the entire ship, strip you of your Autobrand, and exile you because you had... a vision?"