His gaze flickered occasionally off to the side, off to the halfbreed Druid. He supposed she was a Druid only in name now, as the schism had caused the Galra Empire to splinter into multiple factions, and along with it, Haggar and her Druids. At least she hadn’t left him. Lotor supposed it was a victory, albeit, a small one.            “Did you ever once imagine we could be this close to peace?” he finally enquired, tired of the silence. 

[[Lowkey checkin out his butt like  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) nice ]]

♫ And made me piss my pants in front of everybody! ♫

And here he was, finding out who was on the other side of this string. “No, she wouldn’t.” He glared down at the thing between them. “I don’t want this as much as you do. Can’t you do something?”

lance crosses his arms, staring the druid down. he had made a promise to allura that he’d distract her while the team attempted to look for matt again. so he decides to bug her, hoping that someone will come rescue him before he gets into too much trouble. “ you’re wasting your time, the galra reign will end and there’s nothing you can do to stop it. so sit back and watch the trainwreck. ”  

“I have come to see your progress with the Yellow Pilot. What have you learned?”

      “I’m not telling you anything.” A scowl forms on his face. Who knew druids reading into his mind felt like his head was being split into two---well, it was exaggeration on his part. He felt his head pounding, “Just, s-stop.”

He had high hopes.