Tarn wants to pull away from the touch but finds himself frozen by Sixshot's unexpectedly kind words. He allows his optics to flick up to the Sixers and catch for a few moments. They lack the fire that they once held, glowing a somewhat dull red. Tarn's own hand twitches before coming up to rest on Sixshot's forearm.

"That is...kind of you to say. I'm afraid that I have been having trouble motivating myself as of lately. It is strange to say and this sudden apathy is somewhat disturbing."