Keith looked entirely worn out. As soon as he walked into the dining hall, he collapsed into his seat and glanced over at Hunk who seemed to practically live in the castle's shared kitchen.

"Ugh..." His head drooped, nearly dropping onto the table entirely. "...Hunk, please tell me you found something for us to eat that isn't that green space goo...?"

He'd been eating that stuff for five days straight. The thought of eating that again made his stomach churn.

A thought.

A devious thought.

That's what popped in her head.

If her brother wouldn't tell her. Then perhaps one of his friends would.

And so that's just what she proceeded to do. Going right up to the yellow one, she hums, leaning on the nearby counter. "Hunk, right? Lance told me so much about you before, well, you know.." There's a pause. "I was just wondering.... what's the.. relationship situationships like up there~? Who likes who? Who's my brother closest to~?"

"Soooooo... I got some cool games when we stopped at the space mall, and they're ones that aren't that great to play alone.." There's a pause as Pidge thinks on how to word their question, humming quietly in thought.

"Would you want to maybe.. play some with me?"

If Hunk wished to contribute to the battle, or even to stop it, he was far too late.

The scene he came upon was one of not only catastrophic destruction, but also elegance-- like a moody painting-- of a lone man standing amidst the bodies of soldiers. Some were burnt to a crisp. Others, torn to shreds by supernatural forces. And then those nearest him, those who had dared close the distance to stand within arm’s length, were just at the end of their terrified screams as their bodies turned to statues of pure gold, armor and all.

An arc of golden electricity had just completed its path from the Raigan’s hand and through the bodies of the last remaining Galrans, dissipating at the end of its journey, when he finally took note of a new presence behind him.

Farus looked back to the new arrival, and though he recognized the young paladin immediately, he showed no change in his expression. Somber and unimpressed, Farus himself was an image of unsettling calm placed in the center of this scene of utter chaos.

He looked to have not moved an inch from where he stood. Not a single hair on his head had been touched, not an injury in sight-- yet somehow, he seemed... fatigued.

“...Oh. You’re here too. Lovely,” he said, then sighed and turned away.  “Anyway...”

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