Tarn smirks as he feels Drift's vocalizer crush under his palm, his pathetic noises quieting to static. At least he can no longer spew his spiritual nonsense.

"Such a shame that you turned your back on the cause. You made such a brilliant Decepticon. Your love for killing was unmatched." Tarn sighs, patting drift amiably on the cheek. "Really, Drift, I am disappointed in you."

And with that Tarn draws his arm back before punching Drift across the face with all his strength.