[ everything. his happiness. some semblance of peace in his life, a yearning for what life could have been . . .
but before lotor can continue his sentence, he pauses -- his eyes shift around, taking stock of the hallway they are walking down before he pauses, curling his fingers a bit more tightly around allura's. it took him a few moments, to recognize it -- the shift in lightning, the different touchscreens, the language on the screens . . .
galran. which, if they were still trapped in his memories, is not a good sign. ]
This is a different ship.
[ it's murmured, uncertain, as his sword materializes in his free hand, keeping allura close with his other. ]
no subject
[ everything. his happiness. some semblance of peace in his life, a yearning for what life could have been . . .
but before lotor can continue his sentence, he pauses -- his eyes shift around, taking stock of the hallway they are walking down before he pauses, curling his fingers a bit more tightly around allura's. it took him a few moments, to recognize it -- the shift in lightning, the different touchscreens, the language on the screens . . .
galran. which, if they were still trapped in his memories, is not a good sign. ]
This is a different ship.
[ it's murmured, uncertain, as his sword materializes in his free hand, keeping allura close with his other. ]