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Lance's POV

"What's that under your eyes?"

Lance covered his face with his hands, turning away. He traced the v-shaped scabs under his eyes with his thumbs. "It's nothing..."

You don't need to know about Melvark's experiments. It's fine, it'll heal. I'm okay.

"It's not nothing!" Keith grabbed Lance's shoulder. "I get back after a few hours, and you have blood under your eyes, you were scared of me when I came in, and your voice sounds terrible!"

"Keith... Keith, you're hurting my arm...!"

"Oh--" Keith let go of Lance's shoulder, holding both his hands up and open. "I'm sorry."

"It's okay," Lance looked at the floor.

Please don't ask anymore, you shouldn't know. I don't want you to get mad at me...!

"Lance, please. What happened?"

"Nothing... I don't want to talk about it."

It felt like a few minutes passed, before Keith relented. "...Fine. If you don't want to tell me, then I'll leave it." He let out a long breath. "I'm just worried about you."

"Okay... thanks."

Lance was about to close his eyes, when the muffled sound of shouting leaked through the wall. 

"You had to let him choose the room that the other Paladin was in, didn't you, Xarvok?!"

An annoyed Melvark barged through the wall. He glanced down at Lance and Keith.

"The feline is no longer in the fabric containment device now, I see."


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