“People like me don’t get redemptions. We aren’t the heroes who get to do good and then go home. We’re the ones who do the dirty work, who do what has to be done so that the hero can keep his hands clean.” Prowl reached up to touch the space below his empty optic-socket. His mouth twisted, and he let his hand fall.
“Who did that?” Fortress Maximus asked quietly.
Prowl let out a quiet, bitter laugh. “One of the heroes.”
commission I drew for verit as illustration for dianaverts awesomest fanfic. it’s long, it’s a detective crime-story with themes of mnemosurgery, new institute, politics and hard-boiled sleuth prowl, who is the greatest trouble for himself. I love it so much! when verit will be done with translation I’ll probably reblog this post with a link. IT’S SO GREAT. i want everyone to read it.
