"You're right. It's an incredibly crushing blow. I might not ever recover knowing that you don't trust me. To think that's all I wanted with my life."

Starscream can't hide the level of sarcasm just dripping from his words. A puddle might be forming on the floor from all of it.

But that doesn't stop him from shoving his arm in front of Ratchet.

"Do you guys have these?"

A little computer screen flips out from his arm, it displays light statistical medical data. Vitals, spark pulse, things like that.