Rampage is really very tempted to continue shooting missiles after Tarn, but time is of the essence. He can shoot at Tarn another time, but First Aid is only likely to die once.

Crouching over First Aid's battered form, he lets out a slight huff. The feel of his aching, shrinking spark is sweet, and for a moment Rampage wonders if this is the right thing to do.

"Do I extend your suffering, or end your pain?" he asks conversationally even though First Aid is far beyond answering now.

He has no moral compass to guide him. He would ask himself what Transmutate would do, but he doesn't really know. So he's left with his own desires, and his desires say he doesn't want First Aid to die. Not now, not like this.

He has no equipment for a proper transfusion, nor does he know how to perform one. So he simply casually tears an energon line from his wrist, ignoring the spray of fluid, then forces it over the torn end of one of First Aid's own dripping lines.

The pool of fluids soaking the ground grows.