Tarn listens quietly. He actually listens. Maybe its the guilt about his behavior, or the massive hangover, but Tarn finds himself able to consider what that meant for Sixshot outside of the cause. Anger recedes making way for crippling depression. What does being a Decepticon even matter here anyway? Everything is upside down. Why does he care so much. Who is he caring for?

Primus sake, he feels like he's the only loyal Decepticon on this ball of debris and he was kicked out.

“Yesterday…You said you still trust me. Do you still mean that?”