"I know, I know. I just... had a lot on my mind, I guess. I wasn't sure how to deal with it. Stupid excuse, I know, but if it's as bad as everyone seems to think it's going to be, this could be our last night together. I hope to Primus it doesn't come to that, but... It doesn't look good. The odds don't seem to be in our favor."

Drift lazily plopped a hand down on Wing's helm, staring up at the ceiling of their room silently for a few moments.

"I'm scared, I guess. I mean, I've been fighting for four million years, you'd think I'd be used to this sort of thing by now."