I asked the Lion how to work on our bond. Black responded by seeming to take me to Daibaazal. In the memories we shared Zarkon was there and I believe he was seeking us through Black at the time.

He knocked me out of the memories and we ended up here within the Lion. It isn't the first time he attacked my mind. But this is the first time I could fight back. [The memory of Shiro surges forward, launching into the familiar dance of hand to hand fighting. Zarkon's blows are like a hammer, slamming into Shiro's defenses and overpowering them. It's only his experience as a gladiator that saves him but it's not enough.

He smashes into the ground, each time it's harder to get up than the last. His gasp of pain echoes through the realm. Shiro beside Keith looks at him, the stars of the infinite expanse reflected in his eyes. Below him, his reflection on the floor is of the black haired, battered looking prisoner he had once been.]

When we fought him in front of his ship. He was attacking my mind with every exchange. Black couldn't protect me from it. It still saw him as its Paladin too. But not to the extent I was.