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Lance ([personal profile] ceruleo) wrote in [community profile] theatlas 2016-11-03 02:22 am (UTC)

Yeah, well—yeah, well...

[ He crouches between the lines of terminals, his weight heavy in his heels, and frowns deeply at his knees, trying to ignore the stinging in his eyes. ]

Blue picked me. [ Ten thousand years in a cave, just for him to come along, or something. He can't imagine his life without the Blue Lion, but also he can, and he feels guilty about it. ] It's my job, this is my life now, I can't just go, you know?

[ What he's trying to say is: even if he could go back to Earth, the choice is already made.

Pidge almost had, when it was her brother and father on the line; Lance thinks that if it was his parents out there, or any of his sisters and brothers, he'd have done the same. But as it stands the responsibility weighs on him like an iron cloak, the knowledge that the only thing between Earth and the Galra is them.

In a few weeks, or a few months, or maybe a few years, he'll probably be like Ahsoka, not paying any mind to those feelings, too busy worrying on a thousand other things. But right now, the ocean is too fresh in his mind. ]

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