[Keith's thought about that a couple of times before. The princess was fiery and stubborn as hell, too. Once she'd gotten a plan into her head, it was difficult to talk her down. He'd wondered if that was the reason Red had never taken to her as her paladin. Perhaps the Lions could see the similarities between him and Allura, and knew not to make her his second-in-command. Just like they knew Lance would shine in that role. It's not a thought that matters anymore, but he'd give a lot just to be able to talk to her again. Either way, he's shaken out of his train of thought quickly.]
Lance.
[The name comes out of his mouth before Keith really knows what the follow up to it is. A kneejerk response -- immediate, straddling that fine line between being an unspoken shut up and being a warmer kind of firmness. He can see in his peripheral vision how Lance is folding around himself, hears the uncertainty and can handle neither of these observations. After everything they've been through, after everything Lance has lost, his friend deserves to at least never to have a single doubt about any part of this.
But it's still the wrong tone of voice to be using for this conversation. After a moment, Keith turns his face away from the sun to properly look at Lance. No more avoiding eye contact, no more uncertainty over how to talk to the person who's become one one of his closest friends. The team he once led may be gone, torn apart irreparably, but it doesn't mean he'll cede the responsibility of making sure the rest of them are alright.]
You don't have to hope. She knows. This whole reality, every reality, was only made possible because of Allura. Her quintessence is around all of us, part of us. [After a beat, he smiles -- faint but warm.]
It's kinda like the time I just knew to look for the Blue Lion, even though I had no idea that's what I was looking for. She may not be here physically, but I know she continues to live on through all of us. You especially, actually.
[He gestures towards the Altean markings on Lance's face.]
So don't waste your time hoping for answers you already have.
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Date: 2018-12-16 01:47 pm (UTC)Lance.
[The name comes out of his mouth before Keith really knows what the follow up to it is. A kneejerk response -- immediate, straddling that fine line between being an unspoken shut up and being a warmer kind of firmness. He can see in his peripheral vision how Lance is folding around himself, hears the uncertainty and can handle neither of these observations. After everything they've been through, after everything Lance has lost, his friend deserves to at least never to have a single doubt about any part of this.
But it's still the wrong tone of voice to be using for this conversation. After a moment, Keith turns his face away from the sun to properly look at Lance. No more avoiding eye contact, no more uncertainty over how to talk to the person who's become one one of his closest friends. The team he once led may be gone, torn apart irreparably, but it doesn't mean he'll cede the responsibility of making sure the rest of them are alright.]
You don't have to hope. She knows. This whole reality, every reality, was only made possible because of Allura. Her quintessence is around all of us, part of us. [After a beat, he smiles -- faint but warm.]
It's kinda like the time I just knew to look for the Blue Lion, even though I had no idea that's what I was looking for. She may not be here physically, but I know she continues to live on through all of us. You especially, actually.
[He gestures towards the Altean markings on Lance's face.]
So don't waste your time hoping for answers you already have.