'The back of his faceplate was…a mess. It looked like someone had stripped many of the wires and cables there and just left them bare and open and raw. Kill Code couldn’t imagine how painful it had to be. He feared Ruin hurting himself even more, especially when, during one particularly violent flail, the back of that faceplate slammed into Kill Code’s own. He took it with a grunt but his nose had gained a new dent.

“Ruin, stop!” He snarled, teeth bared against the other bot’s neck though this time far less intimately than the last time.