[Tarn looks up at him and Sixshot tries to dredge up his rage, his hurt, anything at all, but it's all gone. The expression Tarn sees is is full of fear.]
[Unthinking, Sixshot falls to his knees behind his ex-lover and throws his arms protectively over Tarn's chest- over his spark.]
Please.
[He's never asked Megatron for anything, not his Lord and not this young mech before him, but this...]
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[Unthinking, Sixshot falls to his knees behind his ex-lover and throws his arms protectively over Tarn's chest- over his spark.]
Please.
[He's never asked Megatron for anything, not his Lord and not this young mech before him, but this...]