‘Looking to speak with you’ He tries to force the words past his damaged vocalizer. In the end, Tarn manages to make a sort of pathetic wheeze, but the words are lost in the painful sound. He bursts an annoyed huff through his vents, embarrassed. He hates Helex having to see him like this. Brought so low by someone he trusted; weakened to the point of uselessness and reduced to skulking around abandoned buildings and scrounging the wastes for useful supplies.

He misses Helex desperately. What he wouldn’t give for some good Company to commiserate with and perhaps the heat of a smelter to help cut the bitter cold of the dark nights out in an endless sea of sand. A stab of guilt twists inside his tanks at the thought of Helex having to handle this alone.

He settles down into the dust, scrawling an ‘I’m sorry’ in the dirt. He may as well get into it, it’s not like small talk is a viable option at the moment. ‘I made a foolish mistake’ quickly follows.