"He didn't say," Sixshot says, turning to leave.

It was true. Megatron didn't say.

But Sixshot was Megatron's hound and no good hound didn't get by without learning to read their master's moods. This Megatron was young, but that just made it all the more obvious: where the older Megatron controlled and suppressed, the younger mech's fury roll off of his frame in tangible waves instead.

This was probably Tarn's last day.