Optimus Prime hurried forward to ask why.
With everyone looking at him, Ratchet spoke calmly, though his voice concealed the helplessness and frustration he had suppressed for so long.
Through all those years of fighting on the battlefield, he had always watched from the rear.
He had watched his comrades charge into the front lines one after another, fighting bloody battles, taking damage and heavy blows, their bodies smashed apart.
He could only stay back, and all he could do was wait for the fighting to end, gather the wreckage, and repair their injuries.
Every time a major battle ended, broken armor littered the ground, and his comrades lay slumped before him, covered in wounds.
His heart ached terribly.
He no longer wanted to be a support who could only make repairs and hide in the rear.
He wanted combat power too. He wanted to stand on the front lines and protect his comrades,
instead of watching helplessly as everyone else took blades and bullets for him while he could do nothing.
After hearing him out, Rimuru understood completely.
Well, damn, wasn't this the classic dream of a support making a comeback and becoming the carry?!
After spending years healing teammates and holding down the rear, who wouldn't have the ambition to charge into battle and carry the whole team?!
At the thought, Rimuru felt an inexplicable ache in his heart.
He instantly remembered Ratchet's utterly tragic ending in the original movie.
He had been kind and neutral all his life, loved peace, and never deliberately hurt anyone,
seeking only to protect life and heal mechs.
In the end, he had been left isolated and helpless, betrayed and ambushed by humans.
Even after one of his legs was blown off and he was gravely wounded, he had kept his composure