[Even if she's not on audio, there's a palpable pause that Shiro can probably imagine Allura tilting her head, making sense of the phrase poker face and deciding that the context that it is a card game does nothing to clear up the confusion. But that's fine. It's comfortingly normal to be endeared and confused by her friends lingo, and it makes it feel as though the space that had been carved between them wasn't so large as it felt. They were all from strange, disjointed points in time, but they were still friends in the end, weren't they?
Then the topic switches to Shiro and she feels an ache in her chest. How strange that he's the one comforting her when the question swirling in her mind is whether or not he's dead in the world she'll return to someday. They're questions she fears, but fears being left in the dark even more.
There's a long pause, before,] Where did you go? After that fight with Zarkon?
[She doesn't say the word dead because she doesn't want to think about that possibility. Not when she could hear Shiro's voice so clearly in her ears right now.]
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Then the topic switches to Shiro and she feels an ache in her chest. How strange that he's the one comforting her when the question swirling in her mind is whether or not he's dead in the world she'll return to someday. They're questions she fears, but fears being left in the dark even more.
There's a long pause, before,] Where did you go? After that fight with Zarkon?
[She doesn't say the word dead because she doesn't want to think about that possibility. Not when she could hear Shiro's voice so clearly in her ears right now.]