“Fine.” He bites out the word between grit teeth. Tarn crosses his arms, tilting his head slightly.

“Where shall I start…Perhaps with my utter subjugation to the repulsive caste nature of Cetagandan culture as a whole. Or maybe I should focus on that Haut woman's inability to see reason and help me with the gene therapy that they’re practically forcing on others. But, really, it could be this disgusting human body that I’ve been stuck in for the past several months against my will. I can practically feel it rotting around me. Please take your pick, I promise that all of them are equally grating."

It’s all true, but honestly the biggest lurking source of angst is still what happened before Tarn even arrived on this awful planet. He wants nothing more than to return to his own universe and his own body, but he’s not sure what will be awaiting him. Will he have a life to return to or will he just blink out of existence? Megatron had certainly killed him.

"Now think on that and perhaps you will realize that, yes, I really do just want to escape that base for even a few hours."