"Thank you..." Tarn murmurs. Staring down at the cube, he lifts it to the slit in his mask. After a few moments Tarn takes a gentle sip before placing it down on a nearby table.

"I'm sorry Sixshot." He sighs, resting his face in his hand "I should have listened to you. I couldn't defeat Megatron, I was reckless and foolish and I rushed into conflict without the slightest plan of how I was to defeat him. It was different when I had my team. Others to bounce ideas off of and talents to defer to..." Tarn's fingertips brush against the crack in his mask " I'm a failure."