Rampage refuses to let himself be tossed off, forcing Tarn's wrists to the ground and straddling him. His horns curl with the unique sort of sadistic ecstasy that comes with another's utter despair.

"That's it. Give in to your pain. It's all you have left now." His voice is almost tender now, soft and soothing. His grip on one of Tarn's arms loosens, slides up his wrist to lace thick fingers between Tarn's. "He'll never forgive you, and it's all your fault. You've ruined everything."

It's euphoric, feeling another fall so low. Addictive. His spark buzzes with the emotions and it's a feeling not unlike being drunk.

"You should have known it wouldn't turn out well. Angered murdered rarely does."

He tugs Tarn's hand up, lowering his head to nuzzle at his fingertips. Surely a little nibble couldn't hurt?