[ a year. that's not so astounding. it's close to the mental log shiro's been keeping based solely on his own sleep cycle and the delivery of food to his cell. neither are trustworthy measures. his body either gives out after the arena or is a livewire of adrenaline that gives into high anxiety that never turns off long enough for him to get any sort of sleep. as for his captors? sometimes they forego delivery, either punishing him for too quick of a mercy kill or to ready him for some impending experiment.
you were gone for a year.
that should be the end of it, but it's not. one, two, three -- one after another, shiro is sucker punched with information that rocks the already flimsy foundation that shiro is perched on. he escaped? sort of. he is here now, wherever here is. it could be earth, but that's as far as the rationale goes. because shiro certainly hasn't warned anyone about the galra, fought at central command or found a blue lion…? what?
that isn't what slips out. what comes out of his mouth first is a mumble meant more so to himself. ]
Galra?
[ the confusion has nothing to do with the galra race itself. it has everything to do with the fact that he never told keith that. he's been calling them aliens this whole time. so how does keith know their name?
all at once, shiro doesn't know what to think anymore. he trusts keith, he does, and in this moment, he finds that he trusts him far more than he trusts himself. confidence broken and drive sucked dry, shiro seemingly shrinks in on himself, looking altogether lost as his chin dips and his eyes grow distant, searching inside himself for a clue that simply isn't there to be found. ]
at least shiro is starting to believe that his head is messed up
you were gone for a year.
that should be the end of it, but it's not. one, two, three -- one after another, shiro is sucker punched with information that rocks the already flimsy foundation that shiro is perched on. he escaped? sort of. he is here now, wherever here is. it could be earth, but that's as far as the rationale goes. because shiro certainly hasn't warned anyone about the galra, fought at central command or found a blue lion…? what?
that isn't what slips out. what comes out of his mouth first is a mumble meant more so to himself. ]
Galra?
[ the confusion has nothing to do with the galra race itself. it has everything to do with the fact that he never told keith that. he's been calling them aliens this whole time. so how does keith know their name?
all at once, shiro doesn't know what to think anymore. he trusts keith, he does, and in this moment, he finds that he trusts him far more than he trusts himself. confidence broken and drive sucked dry, shiro seemingly shrinks in on himself, looking altogether lost as his chin dips and his eyes grow distant, searching inside himself for a clue that simply isn't there to be found. ]
I don't…
[ helplessly, he looks to keith. ]
I can't remember any of that.