[ Once again, she averts her gaze, left and down at some spot on her bed, fighting back embarrassment as she crouches in front of him, trying to think of ways how she could have better expressed it -- the attraction towards the weapon entombed in the castle.
Of course, Shiro had not been drawn here, and he most certainly had not come here of his own will. She had said it herself: he is meant to be her executioner, and they are meant to destroy each other.
Allura sighs, squeezing the towel with a fraction more force than necessary, before meeting his gaze again. Was that a shadow of a smile, though? Or a trick of the light? The vision catches her off-guard for just a moment, until she finds her words again. ]
A ship in the form of an animal. A lion, to be exact. One-fifth of the weapon I had mentioned earlier. I will give it its power, and you will pilot it.
[ Ten thousand years. Several civilizations would have already come and gone by then. Nobody knows Voltron anymore. It has been reduced to a children's tale, a myth. But Allura knows Voltron to be real and true, even if all she has is a broken artifact buried in an old, conquered castle. She steels herself -- truth is not something to be embarrassed about. ]
Ever since you have arrived here, by any chance, have you heard growling or rumbling?
[ Voltron is a myth for others, but for her, and for everyone else who wants to fight, it is a symbol of hope. She mentally prepares herself for laughter, for incredulity -- for an attack, even. While she knows her life still has some semblance of value, she knows in her heart of hearts that she is ready to die for this truth, if it means keeping hope alive. ]
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Of course, Shiro had not been drawn here, and he most certainly had not come here of his own will. She had said it herself: he is meant to be her executioner, and they are meant to destroy each other.
Allura sighs, squeezing the towel with a fraction more force than necessary, before meeting his gaze again. Was that a shadow of a smile, though? Or a trick of the light? The vision catches her off-guard for just a moment, until she finds her words again. ]
A ship in the form of an animal. A lion, to be exact. One-fifth of the weapon I had mentioned earlier. I will give it its power, and you will pilot it.
[ Ten thousand years. Several civilizations would have already come and gone by then. Nobody knows Voltron anymore. It has been reduced to a children's tale, a myth. But Allura knows Voltron to be real and true, even if all she has is a broken artifact buried in an old, conquered castle. She steels herself -- truth is not something to be embarrassed about. ]
Ever since you have arrived here, by any chance, have you heard growling or rumbling?
[ Voltron is a myth for others, but for her, and for everyone else who wants to fight, it is a symbol of hope. She mentally prepares herself for laughter, for incredulity -- for an attack, even. While she knows her life still has some semblance of value, she knows in her heart of hearts that she is ready to die for this truth, if it means keeping hope alive. ]