Blue/Broken

The Boxer {Pt.2}

The last thing Lance remembered was pain.
Someone had been trying to help him run, but something told him he hadn't done a good job at it. His vision was spotted with black dots but he could make out the red armor pulling him along.
Keith?
Why was Keith helping him? After what he had done...and what he tried to do...why?
But maybe that was just the pain talking.
When he finally felt himself lowered to the ground, the black dots were growing larger. Keith said something, but he was too focused on the pain to remember what. He managed an "I'm sorry" before the black took over.

It was cold now. He heard a soft hissing noise before slowly opening his eyes. His team, the entire team, was starring at him. He body still ached, especially when Hunk helped him out of the pod. He winced slightly and Hunk backed off. They looked at him as if they were waiting for him to say something.
But he couldn't.
He had almost killed them. That...that...that thing had been inside his head. He could almost feel her presence in that back of his mind. He felt violated. What had she seen? What does she know?
How was he going to forgive himself?

Tension weighed down the air. Lance wouldn't look at anyone. They all seemed confused, as if they didn't think this is how he'd react. But Keith had a pretty good guess as to what was going on in Lance's head. Keith took a step forward, slowly.
"What did she do to you?" He whispered. He didn't realize he had actually said it out loud until a couple moments after. Lance hugged his arms to his chest, tears dripping down his face.
"I...I fell behind...she and the big one took me somewhere..." His voice was rough and cracky.
"What don't you get dressed and then we'll talk?" Allura offered. Lance nodded solemnly and walked off.
"This is bad." Hunk retorted once Lance was out of earshot.

"They took me to this room, they were waiting for the Lotor to tell them you were there, so they could reveal me." He didn't tell them about the torture they had inflicted. His chest still was sore but he wouldn't look at anyone.
"Lance, we're so-"
"No."
The rest of them held their breath.
No?
"Don't apologize. It's my fault. I almost killed you guys," His voice was weak and broken. "Please don't say it wasn't, 'cause it was." He started to get up to leave when Keith grabbed his arm.
"But you didn't. That's what matters. Lance you...you broke free." Keith stared at him, still bewildered that strength.
"Lance, it's not your fault. She did that to you!" Pidge looked angry, but it wasn't at Lance.
"I can't have been the first one-"
"But you were! From our records, were the first! The strength it must have taken..." Allura trailed off.

"Lance, you're what's keeping this team alive."