"Because." Insert vaguely annoyed huff here.

That's all Ratchet was getting as far as the matter of Tarn not being squished went. He's not talking about the strangely calm aftermath of that brief fight to anyone.

"Megatron does care, you know." Sixshot rumbles instead of answering, lazily flexing his gigantic claws against the rubble. "Tarn is his hound, just like me. Loyal hounds know their masters well, and both of us knows that Megatron cares enough that maiming any one of you will tick him off quite royally."