Tarn stares at Spinister, still not quite trusting him. If they decide to kill him when he's out, who's around to stop them? Or to even care? Still, he supposes, if they really wanted to kill him they would be doing it right now when he's clearly not able to fight back. It wouldn't matter if he was unconscious or not.

And, knowing Pharma, he would want to do it when Tarn was coherent enough to know who did the deed. And there would be no pain dampener chip.

Slowly, Tarn relaxes into the table.

"I'm trusting...you."

His optics go black and his body goes completely limp.