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my muse dies in your museās arms.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ā lotor! ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā it seems pointless.Ā screaming into the astral as if someone might hear him , but itās all he has , confined to this plane , watching his friends battle each other.Ā they fight as if death is the only viable outcome , but it should never have come to this.Ā some part of him believes he is to blame.Ā if only he had been there , been himselfĀ to divert the impending battle , to cease the fighting and work this out.Ā lotor had wanted to change the future for the galra , and he knew that hadnāt been altered.Ā perhaps there was no forgetting the choices he made , but would they condemn him when he wanted to be better?Ā would they be so unforgiving as to sentence him to a mindless death , consumed by energy so powerful it could ruin him?
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ā lotor! ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā he wished desperately that it wouldnāt be so.Ā but where keith had once heard him , he now stood alone amidst a field of blinding light , surrounded by energy that continued to press down on him , crushing black until he was sure theyād collapse into themselves.Ā they were quickly running out of time , and his fears were slowly growing.Ā he could hear the others shouting , understood that they would die here if they stayed any longer , and it became painfully apparent they intended to leave lotor behind.Ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā he doesnāt know if itās black , the quintessence , his charged feelings , or a combination of everything , but the dynamic shifts and he can seeĀ lotor sitting in the cockpit of the sincline.Ā his heart aches at the sight of him , lost and consumed by the energy pulsing through every fiber of this dimension.Ā it warps and twists him until he becomes something almost unrecognizable.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āĀ lotor , listen to me āĀ Ā āĀ Ā but his voice goes unheard as he watches lotor fight voltron with single-minded focus.Ā Ā shiro knows that he canāt be heard , but it doesnāt stop him from reaching out , from pressing a palm to lotorās cheek , holding him gently despite the deranged , feral look that painted his features.Ā he didnāt know if lotor could hear him through the quintessence pouring out of his veins , blinding him to everything , or if somewhere deep inside he was desperately trying to reach back , but he didnāt pull away and shiro forged on.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āĀ iāll find you , lotor.Ā i wonāt leave you to die alone.Ā i wonāt.Ā āĀ Ā he cradles his face between his hands , metal thumb caressing his cheek , and vows to himself that he would find a way to make this right.Ā he stares into lotorās unflinching gaze , pained by the lack of recognition and feels the pull of black , dragging him away.Ā Ā Ā āĀ i promise.Ā Ā ā
















