"He will still be a medic." That was was a promise he intended to keep. Megatron was not their leader: he was a young mech with his own hopes and dreams and it was something he'd failed miserably at acknowledging before, merely acting as a follower doing as he was told. Something Tarn had ignored entirely in favor of attempting to groom him. "He's just one with more enemies than usual."

The gentle nudging of First aid's hands makes Sixshot's optics brighten slightly in puzzlement, but he lets his head be guided. Staring up at the scarred face, he feels exhaustion sinking into his struts all over again.

He should have been there. He could have stopped it.

"I was... worried."