Tarn looks up at Helex as he simply waves off his apology. How can he be so calm about this? He’s failed him in the the worst way and has left him to fend for himself in a world of Autobots and traitors.

'I reacted and operated solely based on my own selfish needs and emotions. My plan to eliminate my target was poorly planned and even more poorly executed due to my clouded judgement. I’ve had to leave you alone’. Its what he wants to say. But, he has a feeling that may be too long to scrawl into the dirt.

Instead, he settles for key words like ‘Became too emotional’ and ‘Lost control. Flawed plan.’ It’s a hard concept to convey without a voice, he decides, pulling his knees up to his chest. The poorly healed welds on his injured knee creak from overuse, aching terribly until he concedes and stretches it back out in front of him. Tarn’s optics catch his comrade’s for a moment. They should be burning with anger for his failure, but instead they are soothing and warm, if not a bit confused. ‘Miss you.’ His fingers linger in the dirt before continuing with ‘Alone.'