He's right, because it should be, but things keep getting clouded in this, and Wing is having obvious trouble reconciling all of the warring emotions and beliefs within.
But he knows one thing for certain.
"Drift." His voice is quiet, tired now, but no less sure. "I never said you couldn't. I just want a chance to make sure it's worth it. I don't want you giving up your life for a maybe."
"You argued with Dai Atlas to the bitter end, not willing to give up until all your options were exhausted."
Wing raises a hand to place it over Drift's, on the Great Sword's hilt, the contact tingling strangely in his palm as he presses it back towards Drift's chest. His tone hardens slightly, still weary, but like a mech offering up his last defense.
"Give me two days. Megatron can afford us that much, no one will be hurt in that time. Two days to improve this, make the plan more solid, to make your chances better." He softens, the words imploring as they slip past his lipplates, "Please Drift. Your life is worth everything to me. Let me make it so we gain everything we can."
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But he knows one thing for certain.
"Drift." His voice is quiet, tired now, but no less sure. "I never said you couldn't. I just want a chance to make sure it's worth it. I don't want you giving up your life for a maybe."
"You argued with Dai Atlas to the bitter end, not willing to give up until all your options were exhausted."
Wing raises a hand to place it over Drift's, on the Great Sword's hilt, the contact tingling strangely in his palm as he presses it back towards Drift's chest. His tone hardens slightly, still weary, but like a mech offering up his last defense.
"Give me two days. Megatron can afford us that much, no one will be hurt in that time. Two days to improve this, make the plan more solid, to make your chances better." He softens, the words imploring as they slip past his lipplates, "Please Drift. Your life is worth everything to me. Let me make it so we gain everything we can."