"I'm sorry girl." he whispered to Blue, getting a ground shaking roar from the towering metal lion. "Go beautiful!" he yelled out grabbing his Bayard. She kept on refusing in his head, but Lance knew what needed to be done. Lazers were shooting extremely close to his head. Lance fighting back, only paused to see her flying away, albeit with rage, only herself seeing his plans. Lance would do anything to protect them.
Shiro deserved to be happy and free from the Galara, Pidge to live with her family and go to the universe's best school. Hunk should be known as the best chef ever, and Coran and Allura to find any refugee Atleans. And Keith..although Lance had so pretended to hate him, it was quite the opposite.
But Lance knew he wasn't good enough. It would be easy to find a new padalin for Blue, she loved anyone who would just sit and look at the stars with her, fly well, and keep her metal coat clean.
He would miss the team, that's for sure. He knew what they thought about him though. "immature", "stupid", "the joke." one sided love, for sure.
He could hear them in his headset, all yelling at each other, trying to form Voltron. It wouldn't work. He knew that. So he kept on fighting.
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Breathing was hard, Lance decided as his lungs filled with blood. He coughed weakly as it splattered across the wall and floor next to his burning body. God it hurt so much. He didn't even want to look down, where it burned more than the rest of his body, but at the same time felt...numb in a sense.
Seeing was hard, Lance also decided that as he used all of his energy to lift his arms and point the gun towards Lotor. Blood sprayed all over his face.
"Lance??" voices screamed from his helmet. He groaned and tugged it off painfully. "Are you proud of me?" he rasped out, blood turning his suit red instead of white and blue.
"Lance where are you?" Keith yelled out, stepping over the dead bodies that were littered everywhere. His eyes scanned the area, stopping when he noticed the Bayard. He walked over to it, and looked farther down the street, or rather what was left of it. A lone slumped figure against the standing wall, a hole in the middle of his chest.
Keeping his eyes open was hard, Lance decided. Feet thudding against the ground made him open his eyes a little. "Hey Mullet." He choked out softly. Keith's violet eyes filling with tears shakily reached for the gaping wound in Lance's chest. "It's okay." Lance smiled grimacing at the burning that made him gasp for breath.
"You know what I want?" Lance said, words starting to slur. Keith pulled Lance up into his lap. "what do you want Lance?" tears falling down his face, knowing that there was no way to get a healing pod down to this area in time.
Lance hacked, blood dripping down his chin, His heart just about to stop. "Sleep....just sleep."
