[ nobody can take away his accomplishments – like galaxy garrison took away his legacy and dragged his name through the mud? and his purpose? these aliens have. he’s the imagined figurehead of a team that is fragmented at best and disbanded at worst. what about aa0021? the galra had a title for him too. champion. that followed him, even with him far away from the arena and the forced bloodlust. sendak called him a broken soldier and sometimes, shiro thinks he’s right. there is no reclaiming of his past self. too many pieces have been carved away and rese into something ugly and unrecognizable.
voltron helped. voltron was the ultimate distraction. five paladins, five lions, and two alteans equipped with a castleship against an intergalactic empire was, truth be told, a pending death sentence. shiro thrived on the impossible odds of winning though. pouring the last shreds of himself into that singular goal kept him on a straight and narrow; not one necessarily to recovery, but a line to salvation. he could become something worthy and just again: shed golden boy and champion, and fit himself with a paladin of voltron. nothing trumps that, right?
but now he’s aa0021. he doesn’t even have his paladin armor here. he has nothing to tie him to who he’d been before. not until he finishes his sentence; not until the others finish their sentences first, actually. then they’ll go home and…
win?
he tries to enjoy the twirling of keith’s fingers, but he’s tense with uncertainty, his mood nowhere high enough to match the smile he forces. ]
Do you really believe that?
[ shiro’s the one with the pep talks and the optimistic speeches. it’s nice, he supposes, to hear keith take over. ]
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voltron helped. voltron was the ultimate distraction. five paladins, five lions, and two alteans equipped with a castleship against an intergalactic empire was, truth be told, a pending death sentence. shiro thrived on the impossible odds of winning though. pouring the last shreds of himself into that singular goal kept him on a straight and narrow; not one necessarily to recovery, but a line to salvation. he could become something worthy and just again: shed golden boy and champion, and fit himself with a paladin of voltron. nothing trumps that, right?
but now he’s aa0021. he doesn’t even have his paladin armor here. he has nothing to tie him to who he’d been before. not until he finishes his sentence; not until the others finish their sentences first, actually. then they’ll go home and…
win?
he tries to enjoy the twirling of keith’s fingers, but he’s tense with uncertainty, his mood nowhere high enough to match the smile he forces. ]
Do you really believe that?
[ shiro’s the one with the pep talks and the optimistic speeches. it’s nice, he supposes, to hear keith take over. ]
That we’ll make it out? That we’ll actually win?