"A noble calling. I've no doubt you performed a great service the Decepticon cause." He did, legitimately, believe that, even realizing by definition he was now a defector himself. He'd tracked down his fair share of traitors in his time, it would not be right to expect anything less than a soldier such as Tarn. But he would never agree that his desertion it was by choice, he still believed in the cause even if he could not follow the Megatron's leadership.

Perhaps things would have turned out differently had Dreadwing served with Tarn's Decepticons.

Perhaps things could be different with Tarn's Decepticons. The thought hadn't occurred to him before, but then he'd never considered such a thing would be possible until finding himself here. It would be a lie to say he wasn't very keen on the prospect.

"You serve Lord Megatron, I assume. How would you describe your leader?" he asked, trying not to sound too hopeful about the answer.