We did sort of do it to ourselves. [Ratchet's voice is dry.] But--thank you. We managed to get the planet back up and running a little bit ago and people are living on it again now and mostly not shooting each other as much, so it's progress, after a fashion.

[That gives Ratchet pause, though, and he shifts a little where he's sitting.]

That's... why we were on Earth, actually. Not, y'know, to wipe out humanity ourselves, but that was the opposing faction's M.O. The war got really politically complicated on top of being really stupid, but the Decepticons would go from organic planet to organic planet and just... [Ratchet makes a tiny gesture with one hand, the lines on his face deep in the flickering light of the fire.] Scour them clean. Some slag about the inherent supremacy of inorganic life, but we stepped in as much as we could. Earth ended up... all right, for the most part. But I'm sorry too.