Nothing is Good in War Except it's Ending-Voltron x Reader

Chapter Three: Concepts

"I'm sorry, so you guys are Voltron? What do you do?" I asked, eating some of the food goo they offered me. It was better than the stuff in the prison, anyways.

"We kick Galra butt, that's what we do!" Lance was clearly loving the topic of conversation.

"So, (Y/n), you're from... where, again?" Keith decided to change the topic, which I didn't mind. It was clear Lance did, though.

"Echao." I said. "Like echo, just with an 'a'."

"Echao." Lance sounded out.

"There you go." I smiled, and shovelled another spoonful of goop into my mouth. It was hard to explain what it was, mostly because of never tasted it before. I could taste a tiny bit of grass in there, but that was really all.

"Echao is a very enhanced planet." Coran jumped in. "Almost like earth, but more tribal."

This earned both me and Coran some confused looks.

"Imagine the town of Berk from How to Train Your Dragon, and you've got her home." The green one, Pidge, piped in, looking up from a computer screen.

Hunk, Keith and Lance nodded in understanding, but Shiro still looked confused. It was kind of cute, to be honest with you.

"They've been known for their ruthlessness in battle, their friendship with the Altean's, and their expertise in healing." Coran recited. "Their healing wouldn't have healed miss (Y/n) as fast as our healing pods, though."

"I disagree." The voice from my ear and I said at the exact same time. Mind you, they couldn't hear the voice. I'll explain it later.

I got a bunch of mixed looks, that ranged from exasperation to surprise to admiration.

Clearly, nobody argued much with Coran. Either he was too lovable, or too argumentative to argue against.

"But–" He began.

"We've enhanced over time, Coran of Altea from, what, 10 000 years ago?" I knew that struck a nerve. Allura had told me of their dilemma. "We still use more natural ways to help heal, but we are able to heal way more efficiently and quickly than before."

The ginger looked mildly troubled, then shrugged. "I suppose that you're right."

I grinned. "I always am." That was a mixture of the voice in my ear and me. I furrowed my eyebrows.

"(Y/n)? Are you okay?" Shiro seemed to notice.

"Oh, yeah. Fine." I nodded, but he didn't seem convinced. He let it drop anyway.

"I was wondering.." I began, but stopped myself.

"I suggest asking tomorrow." The voice in my ear murmured. "When it's acceptable."

I caught myself nodding, and looked up. "Sorry. I'll ask later. I'm just–" I faked a yawn. "–tired."

"Oh, (Y/n), here. I'll bring you to your room." Allura gingerly grabbed my arm, and gently pulled me from the room.

I was dumbfounded. The very concept of a room was foreign to me.

"And me." The voice in my ear said.

I internally told it to shut up.

It wisely did.

"The bathroom is just down the hall, and I'll be in the control room if you need anything." She said, gently touching my shoulder.

I couldn't form the words to thank her, so I just nodded. She smiled at me, then walked away. I slipped into my room.

It wasn't a cell at all.

There was a simple window, which allowed a bunch of natural light to flood inside. A desk, a chair, a wardrobe. There was also a light, which had a bunch of controls I decided not to touch. A bed, with grey sheets and pillows and blankets

"You're good at observing." The voice murmured.

Okay, I'll explain that now. That voice was the voice of a goddess, whose soul was possessing a small earpiece. She was able to give me advice, console me, all that, but she mostly made snarky comments. Oh, and she was the goddess of the afterlife, named Nunarae. I loved her anyways. Somewhat.

"Hey! I help you do cool things!" She hissed.

"Uh huh. Thank you." I decided to avoid the bed, slightly weirded out by the concept. Of course, I've slept in a bed before, but that was a year ago.

"Mmhmm. A metal bed wasn't that nice, was it? Imagine sleeping in a freaking earpiece." Nunarae also didn't grasp the concept of the fourth wall.

She just mumbled irritably. Did you hear it?

For a goddess of the afterlife, she was extremely sassy. And annoying.

As I paced, we conversed about small things, until she convinced me to shower then to train.

The shower was amazing. The water felt good. After I got out, I saw that my hair was all floofy. I smiled, and brushed it down to the best of my ability. I slipped on the new clothes, disposing of the old... things.... and walked off to the training area.