She wouldn'tsay 'improving' was really a word for it. She wants to die, plain and simple, but both Drift and Wheeljack had told her to keep going. That it would be letting Prism win. And there were too many people that went to so much trouble for her.
"Yeah," She lies. Physically maybe, but mentally she's in a dark place.
"Just a little company. And maybe some whiskey to go with this morphine." She taps the drop stand.
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She wouldn'tsay 'improving' was really a word for it. She wants to die, plain and simple, but both Drift and Wheeljack had told her to keep going. That it would be letting Prism win. And there were too many people that went to so much trouble for her.
"Yeah," She lies. Physically maybe, but mentally she's in a dark place.
"Just a little company. And maybe some whiskey to go with this morphine." She taps the drop stand.
"Doc's got me on the good stuff."