[Sixshot feels his spark skip a beat when Megatron brings the axe down, his optics wide. It's the first time in his life he thinks about raising a hand to Megatron- but the trajectory was off.]
[He holds Tarn as the mech cries out in agony, watching the sight of the DJD commander's knee being shredded with morbid fascination. He holds Tarn when the mech slumps back against, him paradoxically relieved and confused and a little terrified.]
[It's not something he gets to reflect on for too long. Before Sixshot could say anything, Tarn thrashes out of his arms. Suddenly, the full weight of Ratchet's and Megatron's disappointed gazes hit him fully and he watches his ex flop around like an angry fish. Not even a moment of acknowledgement.]
[The Sixer looks down at the ground, bracing his weight on his hands, willing himself to disappear. When he finally finds it in himself to speak, his voice is small and quiet but edged with razor sharp ice.]
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[He holds Tarn as the mech cries out in agony, watching the sight of the DJD commander's knee being shredded with morbid fascination. He holds Tarn when the mech slumps back against, him paradoxically relieved and confused and a little terrified.]
[It's not something he gets to reflect on for too long. Before Sixshot could say anything, Tarn thrashes out of his arms. Suddenly, the full weight of Ratchet's and Megatron's disappointed gazes hit him fully and he watches his ex flop around like an angry fish. Not even a moment of acknowledgement.]
[The Sixer looks down at the ground, bracing his weight on his hands, willing himself to disappear. When he finally finds it in himself to speak, his voice is small and quiet but edged with razor sharp ice.]
Leave.