Keith stood there for a long moment, unmoving as he watched Lance struggle helplessly against his chains, terror driven by what he was convinced Keith might do.
Keith watched, expressionless and unmoving.
He made no move to speak, he didn't try to help calm him down.
"Lance," Lance said, loud and clear and angry, "Lance, lance, lance, lance!"
"Stop it!"
"lancelancelancelance!"
Lance only kept repeating it, screaming the words like it was his only purpose and his life depended on it. He didn't stop screaming it, either.
"I said. shut! Up!"
Keith roared as he raised the butt-end of his gun to the sky
"Wait!"
The sound of the flat-side of a gun pounding on someones head is calming, though so is the satisfaction of watching them collapse to the floor, unconscious, Keith realized, 'I should do it more often.'
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Keith dragged Lance, pulling him by the arm and choosing to ignore when broken glass and upturned metal that caught on Lance's skin and dug into it, drawing velvet liquid.
Surprisingly, Lance was light.
His skin hugged his bones, and had a disgusting discoloration, it was leathery and splotched with dark.. green? Blackish? Colors. It was disgusting, that was what most Keith registered.
Keith glanced at Lance. shit. He's bleeding.
A pause.
Not my fault. The Galra are ruthless, no one needs to know.
This chapter is shit and I really hate it, but I've already made two other failed drafts for this chapter, sorry
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