"..."

Considering he'd all but given up on himself...

No, that wasn't true. Fortress Maximus had been moving forwards, but that was just it; he wasn't doing anything else. He'd resigned himself to things being as they were now, without any hope of getting better-

-it hurt too much. To hope. And to have that hope constantly taken away. Not hoping was far, far easier.

Trust me.

Trust this small, wretchedly weak mech who could hardly take care of himself, how could he take care of anyone else-

"...have you. Seen worse?"