Tarn flinches in on himself, hand coming up to touch the bare patch on his chassis. A low noise winds its way from Tarn's vocalizer. It's confusion, and sorrow, and anger all twined into one drawn out groan.

Looking up at Megatron, his optics flash in an indecipherable emotion. Disbelief and anguish roil in his tanks.

"I--You--" Words elude him as his hands continue to paw over the empty spot where his badge once sat, not entirely believing what had really happened. This is a Nightmare. It has to be. He couldn't have possibly just been kicked out of the Decepticons.