"Take it seriously, Lance!" "Now isn't the time, Lance!" "Do it right, Lance!" "Stop messing around!" "Will you actually pay attention?" "Will you think, just once?" "Act like a paladin, Lance!" "Your a paladin right? Well, act like it!" "Paladins don't do that, Lance" "Remember Lance, your a paladin." "We're Paladins, we have duties, Lance." Maybe I'm not the paladin you hoped for... Maybe Blue made a mistake... Maybe I'm not meant to be in this team... Maybe you're better off without me... -------- Art isn't mine, I just edited it, shout out to the artist.

Lance has given up on his depression getting better, and it only gets worse when a Voltron mission goes incredibly wrong. The mask he has been holding up forever finally starts to break, because after all, nothing can hold out forever.... . . . . Trigger Warning: This fanfiction contains references to self-harm and mental illnesses. A/N: Anyway, this is the first Voltron fanfic I've ever done, but I wanted it to be completely out by Season 8 (obviously that didn't happen T-T). It just so happens to be langst with a lot of regular angst for the other characters (because I like to make my poor little children suffer) Yay! ....I need serious mental help. Also the picture on the cover is not mine (It's on Amino and was done by a lovely person going by the username of "tremoar"), and I also don't own VLD either, but I do own the storyline.

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