[Oh. Shiro's answer doesn't ease Keith's confusion. If this isn't the afterlife, some strange way to force him to reflect, then who accompanied him to the Trials? Who accepted him when no one else would? Who came back from the Galra a second time and insisted Keith lead in a position he failed?
On his arm, Shiro's hand steadies and Keith works to follow suit. Adrenaline still pumps through his veins, his death mere minutes ago, still too heavy on his mind to ignore. No one here is dead, except him. Maybe this is some weird alternate dimension.
He doesn't know and he's pulled too tight, stretched too thin emotionally.
In truth, though, he's been a noone for a long, long time. Being with the paladins was the best year of his life, despite the struggle last few months of struggle. For all that he purports himself as a loner, as someone who works best alone, he sure did like his new family.
Which was why he had to do what he did, why Voltron had to leave, why he had to stay, why he had to give the rebels a chance. Every Blade knew what their life meant when they joined up. Keith knew.
He swallows, looking up at Shiro. That tickle at the back of his mind grows into more of a prick, a heavy dread that he can't shake and can't source.
If he cares about the other paladins, he won't burden them with this. If he wants to be a leader, he won't bring down others around him.]
Sorry. I'm just... [confused? wired? on edge?] tired.
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On his arm, Shiro's hand steadies and Keith works to follow suit. Adrenaline still pumps through his veins, his death mere minutes ago, still too heavy on his mind to ignore. No one here is dead, except him. Maybe this is some weird alternate dimension.
He doesn't know and he's pulled too tight, stretched too thin emotionally.
In truth, though, he's been a noone for a long, long time. Being with the paladins was the best year of his life, despite the struggle last few months of struggle. For all that he purports himself as a loner, as someone who works best alone, he sure did like his new family.
Which was why he had to do what he did, why Voltron had to leave, why he had to stay, why he had to give the rebels a chance. Every Blade knew what their life meant when they joined up. Keith knew.
He swallows, looking up at Shiro. That tickle at the back of his mind grows into more of a prick, a heavy dread that he can't shake and can't source.
If he cares about the other paladins, he won't burden them with this. If he wants to be a leader, he won't bring down others around him.]
Sorry. I'm just... [confused? wired? on edge?] tired.