[Megatron remains oddly cool as Tarn runs his mouth. He does tilt his head in a mock curiosity, hiding a sickened realization as Helex explains his motives. How inconveniently truthful of him to give away what he suspected to be Tarn's true intentions.]

Keep your damn apology.

[He wipes the energon from his face.]

I know the only reason you didn't let him twist my head off is because you're waiting for me to become whatever cruel master you want to use to justify your brutality. I'd always wondered what you'd do when you realize that won't happen.

[He closes the distance between him and Tarn, some of the explosive rage, the fire that would have kept him alive in Kaon's fighting pits, beginning to twist his features.]

Seeing as mercy is clearly something beyond you, here's a simple warning: If I see either of your handiwork undermining my word again, the blood spilled on the ground will be draining out of the stumps of your necks by the end of the cycle.

Have I made myself clear?