Tarn stares at Megatron as emotions flit across his optics, from sorrow, to betrayal, to burning anger.
"Take care of it then, Megatron. Shoot me where I stand. Atone for your mistakes." He doesn't move away despite the gun still leveled at him, "Prove to me that at least you aren't a coward."
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betrayal, to burning anger.
"Take care of it then, Megatron. Shoot me where I stand. Atone for your mistakes." He doesn't move away despite the gun still leveled at him, "Prove to me that at least you aren't a coward."