[His hand slips out of Helex's wrist as it slackens from his neck. As he stands to his feet, he notices his face drenched in streams of his own energon.]
[At the very least, Megatron's expression is no longer twisted into a snarl, but it holds a familiar quiet, controlled temper. The kind that lies in wait like a vat of nitroglycerin.]
[He doesn't answer Tarn's question, because he couldn't quite encapsulate what he was currently feeling into words, and like hell is he going to scrabble to explain why he was attacked. He does watch him though, curious to see how he'll reign in his brutish teammate.]
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[At the very least, Megatron's expression is no longer twisted into a snarl, but it holds a familiar quiet, controlled temper. The kind that lies in wait like a vat of nitroglycerin.]
[He doesn't answer Tarn's question, because he couldn't quite encapsulate what he was currently feeling into words, and like hell is he going to scrabble to explain why he was attacked. He does watch him though, curious to see how he'll reign in his brutish teammate.]