"Yes. No." He knew Tarn wanted First Aid dead. But Tarn was supposed to respect Sixshot's connection with First Aid the same way Sixshot had respected his connection with Pharma. Tarn was supposed to be taking care of Megatron, putting Megatron's will and well being before his personal desires.

He didn't care about Sixshot's end of the unspoken deal. He didn't care about being Megatron's mentor as much as Sixshot thought he did, willing to throw compromise and patience under the truck to enact vengeance.

Surely, Tarn had foreseen this outcome? If not the execution, then the exile at the very least. If he hadn't expected to get caught, then he knew that Sixshot would grieve.

Did Tarn even care about that?

"I wanted so badly for us to coexist somehow." Sixshot nudges his muzzle against First Aid's side. "It didn't have to be perfect. I was so naive."