Tarantulas listens attentively, a small frown on his face. Not in judgement, but just...thoughtfulness. "It sounds as though she was a very opinionated person," he says quietly. "Very...certain. That her plans and opinions were the correct ones. My Prowl was similar. He was so sure that he knew what was best, not just for himself but for...everyone. Our entire society. It was just a matter of getting the people in power to listen to him. But when he had his first crisis of conscience -- I should say rather, of confidence, since he went back to his old ways soon enough -- there was no room for me in his plans. And I was discarded." He flinches slightly, legs twitching. It's as if saying this out loud is bringing him physical pain.

But the look he gives Eddie is, for once, full of sympathy. "I had a child," he says hoarsely. "Not Prowl's, but...I thought we might raise him together, once he was ready." He looks away, saying simply, "I lost him, along with everything else."