The pain in Tarn's voice leaves the Phase Sixer silent and awkward for a long moment, unsure if it was appropriate for him to be witnessing this. But he was the only one here and Tarn... looked like he needed company.

"The person we've existed for has left us," he says, finally, hesitantly, searching for the right words, tone shadowed with exhaustion as he pushes off the wall. "Neither of us knew how things would pan out. You lashed out. I wandered these wastes. Neither of us had plans."

"But you cannot die here, or the things you believe in will be lost." The Phase Sixer reaches out, sliding a finger under Tarn's chin and gently urging him to look up, free hand placed gently on the purple mech's shoulder. "You cannot fight here because you will die."

"You're alive. You haven't failed. You just need to do things somewhat differently, considering the limitations."