He doesn’t notice Mile’s hand twitching towards his knife. He’s too distracted by the comment. They have more in common than Miles may think.

"Then they will hate a mutant like me as well. “

An outlier among his kind, Tarn had possessed certain abilities. Abilities that painted a target on his back in a time where a functionalist senate insisted that each Cybertronian was put on the planet to do only one thing, dictated by their form. He overstepped those bounds, but it's what makes Tarn unique in a sea of common soldiers even after the Decepticons tore down their oppressors.