[Tarn focuses his attention solely on Megatron as he raises that wicked axe above his helm, ready to strike him down. Something lurches inside him. Not fear-- never fear. He does his best not to flinch away from his executioner.]
Not entirely. But, if I’m to be permitted, I would be happy to provide quite the soliloquy.
[His eyes dart over to Sixshot, standing so vigilantly at his master’s side; watching the proceedings as if Tarn meant nothing. So easily any evidence of his affection is erased. He has to swallow a growl as it gathers in his throat. The betrayal stings, re-opening the festering wound left by Megatron’s older self. ]
[He settles on a poisonous glare for the Phase Sixer. Although, Tarn must confess, he fears that it is rather transparent, allowing us true emotion to shine through.]
When I awoke here all those months ago I was angry. Megatron had betrayed us, I was surrounded by the enemy, and I was plucked unceremoniously from everything that I knew— from the midst of a war in the honor of our cause. Then, suddenly, I’m expected to play nice with the Autobots? Not even the balm of a faux ‘transition’ to ease the blow. That anger festered and grew, feeding off my own insecurity, which your precious medic friend was more than happy to exploit. I did what I needed to do. I do not regret my actions and if given the chance I would do it all over again. But, next time I won’t be as rudely interrupted.
[Tarn’s optics shine brightly from beneath his mask as he turns his attention back to the miner.]
Is that what you wanted to hear from me? Is that the monster you wanted me to become? If you are so desperate to use me to prove a point then so be it, but don’t expect me to be so easily cowed into groveling for forgiveness.
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Not entirely. But, if I’m to be permitted, I would be happy to provide quite the soliloquy.
[His eyes dart over to Sixshot, standing so vigilantly at his master’s side; watching the proceedings as if Tarn meant nothing. So easily any evidence of his affection is erased. He has to swallow a growl as it gathers in his throat. The betrayal stings, re-opening the festering wound left by Megatron’s older self. ]
[He settles on a poisonous glare for the Phase Sixer. Although, Tarn must confess, he fears that it is rather transparent, allowing us true emotion to shine through.]
When I awoke here all those months ago I was angry. Megatron had betrayed us, I was surrounded by the enemy, and I was plucked unceremoniously from everything that I knew— from the midst of a war in the honor of our cause. Then, suddenly, I’m expected to play nice with the Autobots? Not even the balm of a faux ‘transition’ to ease the blow. That anger festered and grew, feeding off my own insecurity, which your precious medic friend was more than happy to exploit. I did what I needed to do. I do not regret my actions and if given the chance I would do it all over again. But, next time I won’t be as rudely interrupted.
[Tarn’s optics shine brightly from beneath his mask as he turns his attention back to the miner.]
Is that what you wanted to hear from me? Is that the monster you wanted me to become? If you are so desperate to use me to prove a point then so be it, but don’t expect me to be so easily cowed into groveling for forgiveness.