Tarn's laugh makes First Aid feel like he has rust mites crawling around under his plating. He suppresses a shudder, his visor glued on the mech's mask, his hand so tight around the glass his joints ache.

"By the time you were done with Pharma, he didn't have much of a grasp on sanity let alone manners."

He vents softly, allowing his frame to relax from the stiffness in his limbs. There's still anger shaking in him, making him almost rattle.

"He killed Ambulon. He aided in trying to kill every cold constructed mech. You drove Pharma insane."