Tarn's laughter made First Aid feel sick. He could feel his tank roiling like he swallowed spoiled energon, burning up his chest and the bottom of his intake. He swallowed it down, fighting the feeling, since he doubted that the leader of the DJD would take kinder to being purged on than the insult of spilled engex.

"There's no List here," he says quietly, his optics cast down at his drink. "And if you return you won't find him. He's dead. I killed him."

His hand leaves his drink, dropping to his lap.

"I don't feel like drinking any more. If you'll excuse me, I'd like to get back to writing."