Tarn doesn't even hear Megatron's words. He doesn't know what to do with himself as his spark feels like it begins to tear itself apart. Is this what it feels like when he uses his vocal talents?

He collapses back on his elbows, continuing to stare up disbelievingly. This isn't real.

"Megatron, please, I beg of you... Don't do this. Kill me before you make me leave my faction. Please, if you must do this, end me now."

It would be easy. Tarn has nothing left to live for.