First Aid isn't dead. Yet. Rampage had familiarized himself with the feel of the various states of sparks between healthy and dead. He's felt them extinguish against his intake, prickling all the way down.

He's certainly on his way out, though, and he growls as Tarn drags First Aid's mutilated body with him.

"Stop touching my things!" he snaps, lunging forward to try and slam a fist into Tarn's face. There's a strange sensation in his spark as Tarn speaks, a pinch, a pain, but he ignores it. It's nothing compared to what he endured on Omicron.