"That's okay," Arcee manages through gritted teeth, tense under the welder, but her optics stay online and open, watching him. It hurts, sure, but more than that, she's tired. The energon loss probably isn't helping, but it's more than that. "Better than nothing."

She watches him shake, though, feels her spark clench -- something stirs low in her fuel tanks, uneasy and rueful, and she closes a hand around the edge of the table he's laid her on, venting out slowly. He shouldn't be the one apologizing.

"I'm sorry, Orion. I just -- " She makes an aborted gesture with her other hand before it falls back to her abdomen, both hand and voice heavy with the weight of guilt. "I let them get away."