[Megatron coldly watches as Tarn thrashes and scrambles for his injured leg, at a loss for words. But rather than confront him any further, he addresses Sixshot.]
If he isn't out of the city within the hour, kill him.
[He's made made his decision. He was done. He now ignores Tarn entirely to face Ratchet. Having him there watching wasn't how he wanted this to play out. He knew he'd have to do less than savory things to continue having the Decepticons follow him, to maintain some sort of peace, but he was hoping to strike some sort of balance between the two extremes.]
[It was getting harder and harder to agree with that sentiment.]
[His face softens slightly.]
Can you make it back on your own? You look exhausted.
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If he isn't out of the city within the hour, kill him.
[He's made made his decision. He was done. He now ignores Tarn entirely to face Ratchet. Having him there watching wasn't how he wanted this to play out. He knew he'd have to do less than savory things to continue having the Decepticons follow him, to maintain some sort of peace, but he was hoping to strike some sort of balance between the two extremes.]
[It was getting harder and harder to agree with that sentiment.]
[His face softens slightly.]
Can you make it back on your own? You look exhausted.