They were going to be fine. He had the antidote. They had help just a few floors down. The DJD were most likely not even on the planet. They would be up and out of there in no time and he would personally make sure they never touched down on this frozen slag-pit planet again.
But Drift’s mind was elsewhere. Somewhere terrifying it would seem. And no assurances Ratchet could offer would help him at this point. Except one.
One he had no intention of following through.
“...Okay.”
He accepted the sword and set it down beside him.
“I promise.”
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