"It's better than what I was expecting, that's for sure."

He paused for a moment to examine his surroundings some more. Some part of him finds the instruments familiar and comforting, while the other part of him (the part that spoke in Rewind's voice) hated everything about this room. It was almost instinctive how much he wanted to continue working. To inject into others and peel apart their thoughts and memories. That power was his alone.

And it was a power that would eventually kill him.

"Prowl... Can I say something?"

His voice softened as he trailed one hand over the shiny medical table.

"It's about before."