And you're not as much of an glitchhead as you looked. [It's not said with any particular malice or weight, he's far too exhausted to give Whirl a proper fight right now. The way that he's fixing the clock is sort of hypnotic to watch, and Bumblebee finds himself slipping closer and closer to recharge. There's a long silence as Whirl works, Bumblebee still thinking.]
Will it ever--... [He cuts himself off, burying his face into the crook of his arm.] Does it ever stop hurting?
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Will it ever--... [He cuts himself off, burying his face into the crook of his arm.] Does it ever stop hurting?