The name makes Aftermath go very still.

"Tarn," he murmurs softly, covering his face mask with a hand. "We never did talk about him properly, did we?" And Megatron had been... talking to him? Primus. Primus.

"You're doing plenty, Megatron. There's not much else you can do that wouldn't be reckless or dangerous." Letting his hand drop to his lap, curling it into a fist for a long moment.