"Yeah that might take a bit of time; Tarn really did a number on it.”

First Aid was victim to Ambulon’s worst fear. He can’t imagine what he felt as Tarn ripped into him. He knows that there is nothing that he could have done to stop it, but he can’t help but feel something like guilt. Like it should have been him. The Decepticon deserter, living right under the DJD’s nose for all those years.

All Ambulon knows is he doesn’t want to let go of his friend.