A sentimental weapon is no use if it does not do the job.
[He lifts an arm, and pats one of his cannons, fondly. Sort of like someone ruffling their kid's hair after said kid did something adorable. Instead of patting the gun that just blew a walking horror apart.]
I designed and built these myself. I have had them since before the war began... These... are sentimental. And functional.
[That said... Ironhide crouches down, to peer at her more closely. She seems unharmed. If not twitchy. But Sam was always sort of twitchy, so maybe that's normal for human young.]
Fine. You were right. This place is dangerous for humans.
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[He lifts an arm, and pats one of his cannons, fondly. Sort of like someone ruffling their kid's hair after said kid did something adorable. Instead of patting the gun that just blew a walking horror apart.]
I designed and built these myself. I have had them since before the war began... These... are sentimental. And functional.
[That said... Ironhide crouches down, to peer at her more closely. She seems unharmed. If not twitchy. But Sam was always sort of twitchy, so maybe that's normal for human young.]
Fine. You were right. This place is dangerous for humans.