[the pleading from this dream Lotor catches her off-guard. the panicked begging of a man desperate to help, desperate to save a people from his father's destructive ways, and Allura can feel her voice catch in her throat.
her heart aches. for him, for these people, for what she knows is to come because this is a memory he's told her.
and she remains at a standstill a moment longer, still staring up at the tableau before her, until her fingers entwine with his, and she moves along with his more gentle pull. and when she does finally wrench her gaze away from the dreamscape, to the actual Lotor holding her hand, there are tears in her eyes.
sympathetic. knowing that this is a truth he had told her. a truth among the lies she thought he fed to her. a side to him she's never seen, the weight of what his life had been like finally realized and played before her.]
This is it, isn't it? The planet you told me about.
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her heart aches. for him, for these people, for what she knows is to come because this is a memory he's told her.
and she remains at a standstill a moment longer, still staring up at the tableau before her, until her fingers entwine with his, and she moves along with his more gentle pull. and when she does finally wrench her gaze away from the dreamscape, to the actual Lotor holding her hand, there are tears in her eyes.
sympathetic. knowing that this is a truth he had told her. a truth among the lies she thought he fed to her. a side to him she's never seen, the weight of what his life had been like finally realized and played before her.]
This is it, isn't it? The planet you told me about.