There is silence for a long moment. Then Sixshot's optics brighten sharply, his claws digging into the berth.

"Tarn." Sixshot's voice suddenly drops into something quiet and very, very deadly. "I told you that with the expectation of dying. The only way you would have killed me is if I'd lain there and let you do it and I was willing, then. I'm not worried in the least that you would mention it to Helex."

Teeth flash silently a few inches away from Tarn's helm and the Sixer's voice takes on dark, silken quality. "What did Helex do to Megatron?"

Possibly, just maybe, Tarn should be a little more worried about his minion here.