Bound and immobilized, Ratchet sat tied in the dimly lit Decepticon chamber. The ropes cut slightly into his servos, but his expression remained defiant.

“You’re wasting your time. I won’t give you anything useful. And Optimus won’t even want me back after this, so… no profit on your side.” A soft snort followed, more amused than fearful, showing the old medic’s stubborn, sardonic nature even in captivity.