Tarn looks incredulously at Megatron. He doesn't try to defend himself against what happened with Ratchet, knowing full well that it is his word against the Autobot medic's is probably moot at this point.

"That was desperation, not strength. I will admit that. As for collaboration, you need to understand that I was made to harm people. I do my job efficiently and without mercy, as was taught to me. Even if I did try to work along side the Autobots I would never fully trust them, nor would they trust me. I am a Decepticon and I have no intention of surrendering to their victory." Tarn lets out a weary sigh, shaking his head. "I Don't want to argue with you Megatron. I don't expect you to understand. War changes many people."

Tarn's hand touches his stomach, coming back slick and pink with energon. He curses quietly.