"Yes," Riptide replies, voice stilted. "Though I don't know for how much longer. My scanners don't know how to react with a damaged human body."

He moves his hand, crouching down to look at Manabu worriedly. It's funny, the energon running down from his damaged optic might even look like he's crying.

"Can you help him?" he asks, a little pleading, sounding more than a little like a lost kid who can't find his friends.