I'm not delusional enough to believe I'd make any sort of positive role model. Kup gave him the comradery and conviction I never could.

[ A daze hits him as more gets poured into his glass. Prowl felt like he was swimming through oil, trying to process this. ]

I was tasked with sending Autobots like him to their deaths for the past aeon. Logically, I always knew this day would come. It was a simple matter of probability.

[ he opts to stare down to keep their gazes separate, measuredly bringing that second glass down to about half-full.]

Even after trawling through so many casualty reports that it all blends together, it feels... wrong.