I'm a well read grad student who's bluntly honest about all things, although I try to be most honest about myself.
"Prowl nodded. He stood there a long time, but nothing changed. Ironhide left. Outside others were shrieking, talking. He made his way back to Cybertron and his home alone, slowly. Everything had ended, and inside himself some part of him had ended too. He knew the odds. He had no hope at all. All that was left was the memory and Logic, and Duty, and the Law."
Prowl is going to turn into Prowl.
Also, I renounce Prowliecade.
I want Prowl/Bluestreak fan fiction now, please. It's my OTP when it comes to Prowl now. Also, I'm about to fall to pieces and sob my heart out now!