[Carefully, he cradles the smaller mech in his grip and begins to make the trek on foot. Ultra Magnus should go back for Tailgate's body, but he isn't about to subject Swerve to that.
He pauses at the writing on his chest, then looks straight ahead. Frankly, he can't bear to look at Swerve with what he has to say next.]
I approached Tailgate. He was going mad, like the others.
I... took care of it.
[There's no simple way of explaining that he had to shoot Tailgate in the head.]
no subject
[Carefully, he cradles the smaller mech in his grip and begins to make the trek on foot. Ultra Magnus should go back for Tailgate's body, but he isn't about to subject Swerve to that.
He pauses at the writing on his chest, then looks straight ahead. Frankly, he can't bear to look at Swerve with what he has to say next.]
I approached Tailgate. He was going mad, like the others.
I... took care of it.
[There's no simple way of explaining that he had to shoot Tailgate in the head.]