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

Chapter Twenty-Four: Split Souls

I sat up in my bed groggily, my eyes blurry from sleep. A massive headache crashed over me, and I groaned, falling back on the bed.

The bluish light of the cosmos seeped through my window, outlining the furniture and the detailed wall eerily. It was the only light in here. Nothing else was on.

I stared up at the ceiling, letting my eyes slowly focus. I was cold, but I didn't bother to snuggle back in the sheets. That was a first.

Nunarae was still here, but she was unnaturally quiet. She would have yelled at me by now.

"Hello?" I asked hoarsely, rubbing my eyes.

"Yeah, I'm still here." The goddess said, distractedly.

"What's going on?" My voice cracked from sleep.

"I'm speaking to the Paladins." She said.

"Oh, how fun.." I muttered. "Tell them that I miss them."

"I'll do so." I could almost see her roll her eyes.

After a minute or two, I spoke up again. "What's going on in the other end?"

"Not much. It turns out that I can split a tiny bit of my soul, so I could go to them and gossip about you behind your back." She explained.

"This reassures me about how nice everyone is on this castle ship thing..." I mumbled.

"But I need to concentrate on my soul," She continued. "So shut up."

She sounded so dignified.

I sat up again, doing my best to ignore the thundering headache I had, which was difficult to do. I trained myself to ignore headaches on Zarkon's ship.

That sudden thought spiralled me back to my previous dream. The one of my very second day on the ship, the one I had in the healing pod.

My headache spiked painfully, and my hands flew to my temples, massaging them. I hissed as my legs gave way, and collapsed to the floor on my knees, which was as painful as it sounded.

My vision I'd worked so hard on to sustain blurred again, and everything I saw was distorted, swirling together in different shades of blue, before reverting to dark blacks and purples.

I gasped, and looked up. The purple vanished. I was still in my room.

I'm going insane, I managed to think to myself before another spike of pain made its way to my head, forcing me to arch my back.

I groaned, and the scene changed back to purple, flushing all the blue away. I closed my eyes in the hopes to make it go away, but it was just the same. It was trippy. I could feel myself closing my eyes, but nothing darkened. It was all black and purple.

Before I knew it, I spiralled into a dream.

"Get up. GET UP!" A guard bellowed, poking me with a tool that could probably do tons of damage if he tried.

I looked up at him hazily. Another purple hyena. My body was numb, and shaking, but I somehow managed to stand up.

"Follow me. No funny business." He snapped. I saw that he was a couple metres away from me, holding the stick like tool that he'd used to poke me.

He cautiously made his way to the door, keeping one of his yellow eyes on me at all times. I really hated their eyes. Eyes are supposed to be humane, full of warmth and happiness and all that. And they're also supposed to have pupils. The Galra had none of that in them.

I also disliked their faces. Their ears took up basically half of the side of their head, had a strong brow, upturned noses and always a sneerish smug look to their lips. It was difficult to process their looks.

I wondered if it would pain them to show even the slightest bit of mercy.

"I said follow me." The Galra soldier snapped, and I made my way forwards.

I heard several feet shuffle back as I stepped out of the door to my cell, and turned to see several other Galra, pointing their blasted blasters at me.

Ha ha. I know, sorry, no time to joke.

"You will follow my every command, do you understand?" He told me. I noticed how brilliant his posture was. He stood up tall and straight.

I nodded, forcing a smile down as I heard him rhyme.

He began walking, and I followed him somewhat casually. The other Galra soldiers flanked me, still pointing their guns at me.

I began to whistle a small tune, causing the soldiers to fiddle with their guns nervously. I had to hold back a laugh, because I knew that they thought this could be a threat.

"You will stop that noise at once!" The leader ordered. He was like that overly strict teacher who just hated you and nobody else. Except that nobody else was here.

I let out one last low pitched whistle for good measure, and fell silent. I glanced over my shoulder to see the other Galra eyeing me wearily.

Man, how random things you do turn out in your favour.

I'd walked down these halls almost every other day, now. Right, right, fork left, left, right right right, left left. Then you kept to the middle at a fork, then left, then left again, then right, right, left, forwards, forwards, curve in the hallway to the left, right turn down another hallway, then boom, there's the arena full of crazy fangirls.

My sense of humour drained from me, and was replaced by fear.

Before my dream could go any further, I was shaken awake by someone. I realized that they must've sat me back on the bed, and had wrapped a blanket around my shoulders. I felt drained, heavily exhausted, and in pain, as if I'd actually just walked down that same path back on that ship.

I stared right into Shiro's dark eyes, which were filled to the brim with concern. I felt my throat close painfully, and I let out a weak sob.

I already knew what had happened next in that dream.

I'd killed somebody.