Tarn stares at her for a moment unsure what to do with the outward pouring of sympathy on Nautica's part

"Unfortunate as it is, we don't seem to see eye to eye any longer. He made is stance on the matter very clear. For now I will make myself scarce. At least until I can decide what is to become of me on this New Cybertron. I fear that the outcome may not fall in my favor."

Tarn's voice is soft and resigned, his optics dully shining behind his mask. A sudden wave of disgust strikes. He hates to be seen this way. Weak, and depressed, and utterly useless. He wishes Nautica would leave him to his thoughts. Just this once he wants to be alone.