Tarn sighs, glancing back at Megatron for a fleeting moment.

"I was following orders that you will give me years in the future. My very purpose in life is to hunt and kill Autobots and traitors to your cause." He shifts on the berth, closing his eyes. "It is a task I have been entrusted with for millennia."

Exhaustion weighs heavily on Tarn's frame, sapping every ounce of strength he would normally have to deal with a situation such as this. It leaves him vulnerable.

"We were abandoned by our leader. Guidance has been lost and I am doing what I see fit to continue on."

Tarn huffs a small laugh, grinning to himself beneath his mask.

"I wouldn't expect you to understand. Not yet."