[ By the time Ratchet finishes closing up the big gashes, the painkillers are running full time and Ratio's head feels fuzzy. He doesn't remember the last time he's been under their effects, if ever. Maybe when he had his wisdom teeth pulled out? ]

No... he believes his preternatural luck comes at the cost of his loved ones' lives...

[ He wouldn't talk so openly about Aventurine under normal circumstances, but the words spill out freely under the influence of analgesics. ]

He is intensely attached to me... he will not take news of my injury well... I need to... apologize to him.