Ratchet huffs a soft laugh, looking right back at him.

"Everyone else, I guess. It's--" He almost moves to touch one the scars but checks himself, settling back. "I don't know. It's necessary, what I do. It's grounding, to have something like that. A... function, I guess." He pulls a slight face, then sighs. "Keeping everyone else sane is what keeps me sane, most days." Ratchet grins, his eyes lighting a little. "Barring that I'll go and get drunk, but I usually have way too much to do for that sort of nonsense."