A long time? [Keith's voice cracks, pulled too tight in his throat from the grief shaking him. That can't be possible. He heard Shiro over the transmission maybe sixty ticks before he died. There's no way. Not unless the Shiro that escaped a Galra prison ship that couldn't bond with the black lion immediately wasn't Shiro. That Shiro died in the conflict with Zarkon. That's the only way--- no, that's impossible. The Galra couldn't just clone Shiro could they?
Instead of moving in closer, Keith pulls his knife from its holster.] Who are you? Where am I?
[His words are heavy in his throat, tearing through him like the blade in his hand. He could have been captured instead of killed. Or any number of other options. But Shiro living here for a long time is impossible.]
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Instead of moving in closer, Keith pulls his knife from its holster.] Who are you? Where am I?
[His words are heavy in his throat, tearing through him like the blade in his hand. He could have been captured instead of killed. Or any number of other options. But Shiro living here for a long time is impossible.]