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Ironhide onlines alone on the berth, he glances over at Prime’s side to see it the same as last night. Did Prime work through the night?
“Maybe he just needs time,” Ironhide shrugs and walks out of the quarters. He sees the President’s car and group by Prime’s office hanger. Ratchet walks out of the med-bay toward the office. “Hey, Ratch, do you have some time today, I kinda-“
“The President has asked that I be present, we’ll see later,” Ratchet doesn’t even spare him a glance. Ironhide frowns as he watches Ratchet walk away. He grumbles and stalks off to the training range. Will looks up as Ironhide stomps into the range.
“What’s the problem?” Will asks.
“My bondmates,” Ironhide grumbles and starts shooting the targets. “Fragging Pitspawned mechs don’t care I’m back.”
“Maybe they need time, I know I would if someone came back from the dead,” Will says.
“I did,” Ironhide glares at the human.
“I meant a human, I don’t know how resurrections work for you guys,” Will says.
“When a spark fades, there is no getting it back,” Ironhide frowns. “Sure, if the spark chamber isn’t damaged a bonded could split their spark and revive you. Mine was not. I shouldn’t be here.”
“Maybe Primus still needed you, right, he’s your god,” Will says.
“I don’t believe in Primus,” Ironhide says and the target blows up to smithereens.