"No -- no. I don't think so, anyway." Arcee rubs a hand over her forehelm, shuttering her optics for a moment with a vented sigh. She's tired and frustrated and she wants this to be over with, and rehashing it again to Drift is just another reminder of that. "He's just...he needs time to figure things out. To figure out where he stands in all this. He's very confused right now, Drift. Put yourself in his treads -- if all you had to go on the last seven thousand years was hearsay, and everyone was telling you different, wouldn't you? I've told him all I can, and he promised to stay in touch. All we can do is just...wait for him to come around."