"Good." Drift's voice is low, even a little dark -- a tone he generally takes care not to use, because what made Deadlock vicious doesn't have any place in what Drift's trying to be now. The brand etched into his chestplate is a good enough reminder of that, but it's also an unavoidable reminder of who he used to be, too. What made him Deadlock in the first place.

But Tarn being taken care of is about what he expected. He knew Megatron would follow through, one way or another. So it's not really on the forefront of his mind right now. But Rodimus is, and Drift notes the way Rodimus reaches for him but pulls back, the bitter look on his face. Drift's optics dim, his mouth slack and tired.

"I thought you'd be happier about it."