As Megatron goes to leave Tarn tries to ease himself off the berth. He cannot accept this. He cannot let Megatron take his identity. Despite his disorientation and anguish he manages to catch himself before he falls on his face.

Desperately he tries to comm his team. No answer. And again. And again. They wont let this happen. They will help him fight this injustice.

But he's alone; they aren't here. His allies are dwindling and for the first time in millennia Tarn feels a stab of fear. He hates it. He feels himself crumbling. All he has left is his mask and now all it seems to do is mock him.