"I think the only way I'm going to get clear and decisive answers is from Pharma," Ambulon said, massaging at the edges of his yellow optics. "And this entire place seems like one giant puzzle. No one really knows exactly what is going on. Maybe these Firstforged, but it feels like they're a little clueless about some things, too." He tapped the glyph on his arm. "I don't know if it's easier to imagine falling here's just a big fluke or if there's some grand purpose in the design of all things."

Ambulon gave a frustrated meeeeeh, throwing down his hands.

"Just hope this places is safer than the world back home."

Though...

"Drift," he said, after a moment's repose. Ambulon's optics were trained on the ground, watching each step forward. "I don't know if it's just me or whatever, but... It seems whenever I bring up Pharma, the reactions are a little... confusing. Like, I'm not sure what exactly it is, but," he finally met the white mech's gaze, "I feel there's something I'm missing. I know I'm, well, missing a lot, but... I just can't shake the feeling."