[He lowers the weapon as Ratchet's familiar voice enters his audials. There's hesitation as he gets closer, staring darkly at Tarn rather than facing the Autobot calling to him.]
[No. He didn't want to slaughter someone in front of the old medic. Even if that someone was a monster like Tarn. His voice is thin, with all the previous rage inflicted on the ex-Decepticon carefully controlled.]
Leave. I'm cutting a festering limb off this planet. This has nothing to do with you.
no subject
[No. He didn't want to slaughter someone in front of the old medic. Even if that someone was a monster like Tarn. His voice is thin, with all the previous rage inflicted on the ex-Decepticon carefully controlled.]
Leave. I'm cutting a festering limb off this planet. This has nothing to do with you.