I am serious.

[Chromedome leans in, wanting to be closer despite everything. Prowl's touch feels nice, and maybe he wants more of it.]

And I died Prowl. You can't get much more "severe" than that. I've told you several times that I don't have the needles. I wouldn't lie to you about that. What would I even do with them? Stare at them and think about everything they cost me?

I want to move past this, Prowl. I wish you'd let me.