"It won't heal fast enough." Drift's been treading lightly, but his voice is surprisingly firm. He doesn't think he can bear to watch himself, however far in the past, just bleed out in front of him. How's that for allegory...

He picks up a small hand-welder from the first aid kit, but he doesn't encroach on Deadlock's personal space just yet. He holds up his free hand, palm out.

"I know you're confused. I know you don't trust me. But I get it. Just -- let me help, and I'll explain everything. I promise. Alright?" He gestures at Deadlock just slightly with the welder. "There's no point in putting any more energon in you until that fuel line is patched up. You'll just leak it right back out."