I'm not supposed to love you...

9.

Lance woke the next morning and dressed himself in more simple Altean attire, something that may be worn by peasants.

He couldn't help but think of Keith. His beautiful long hair, big eyes, and his ears that showed all of his emotions, no matter how hard he tried to hide them. It wasn't just his looks though. It was the way he talked, the way he walked like there was a fire inside of him, the way he could go from down to business to let's just have fun.

Keith made Lance rethink his view on the Galra, though he knew some were still wary, or downright hateful, towards Alteans. Especially him.

Some Galra didn't want to end the war, not without a victor. That was the Galran way. Victory or Death, as he had heard before.

Lance laid in his bed and let the thoughts overcome him.

He was on a battlefield, taking down soldier after soldier.

He was on Altea, coming out to Allura.

He was standing face to face with his father, as they began the duel.

He was meeting a Galra for the first time.

He was having his first fight.

He watched as his best friend was killed on the battlefield.

He killed a Galra for the first time.

He was kidnapped for ransom.

He was raped.

He killed his kidnappers.

So many memories flooded his mind.

Telling himself he was worth it.

Telling his mother he loved her.

Watching as the life faded from his younger siblings' eyes.

Crying as he held onto his mother's cloak.

All of these thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door.