[Shiro's never been much for pride. He takes pride in his accomplishments, he takes pride in his abilities - but the kind of pride that requires you to brag about or defend - its never been his style. He knows who he is and what he's capable of. If someone else feels as if they can take it away or belittle it - well, they didn't earn him what he is. They haven't got the ability to take it back. So its easy to play along that he's weak and exhausted and helpless because as long as he gets what he wants at the end, he doesn't care if someone, a beast, thinks less of him in the process. The beast's opinion doesn't matter. Shiro knows better and that's all he relies on.
So the huff and the dismissal doesn't mean anything to him and he's already ignoring it when he feels the tug on his chain and stumbles to follow.
Between his shoulder blades does itch though, long after they're out of that hall and deeper into the castle's depths. He may not care about its opinion, but he hates having enemy at his back.
Soon though its only drones and while Shiro keeps his head down and his steps slow, his half slit eyes sharpen. Drones are all but useless against him, only good in overwhelming numbers thanks to their slow response time. The ones at the door that challenge her would tear apart like tissue paper for him if she needs it. Except they're still supposed to be sneaking and he has no idea how far away the ship she's taking him to still is.
The constant vibration he's starting to feel in his chest though must mean they're near some heavy machinery. Maybe the air system from the way he can faintly feel it almost through his entire body. When she starts talking and moving normally again though he lifts his head, blinks. Does his best to shake off the exhaustion and apathy he's let settle across him, drawing in long, deep breaths and letting them out to a timed count, clearing his mind. By the time the last restraint comes off - and he hasn't noticed before that her touch is surprisingly soft - he's feeling clearer and he stretches, rolling his shoulders and back. One last very deep inhale and exhale and he follows her over to the tomb. Her father. He thinks that must lay heavy on her but he doesn't say anything. Instead he reaches out and touches the yellow edged white armor. It's a little fancier than he'd chose for himself but - it was for a king. And its not as if he's going to let a few extra frills keep him from practicality. Her warning that he's going to need it just makes that all the more obvious.]
Thank you.
[Even Galra captivity can't drive all his manners out of him and he doesn't waste any time in getting into first the body suit and then the overlaying armor. She's already seen most of him anyway and he has no modesty left. It's a relief to get out of his Galra rags and into something that both fits more comfortably - and covers his scars completely. All but the one on his nose but - its a quiet relief he won't admit to, to not be on display anymore. A few moves to test the fit and he turns back to her with a nod. He can feel the energy seeping into him and he welcomes it completely. The man standing in front of her isn't a slave or even the Champion. He's the beginning of someone else. Someone he might once have been and he's straighter and taller than before.]
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So the huff and the dismissal doesn't mean anything to him and he's already ignoring it when he feels the tug on his chain and stumbles to follow.
Between his shoulder blades does itch though, long after they're out of that hall and deeper into the castle's depths. He may not care about its opinion, but he hates having enemy at his back.
Soon though its only drones and while Shiro keeps his head down and his steps slow, his half slit eyes sharpen. Drones are all but useless against him, only good in overwhelming numbers thanks to their slow response time. The ones at the door that challenge her would tear apart like tissue paper for him if she needs it. Except they're still supposed to be sneaking and he has no idea how far away the ship she's taking him to still is.
The constant vibration he's starting to feel in his chest though must mean they're near some heavy machinery. Maybe the air system from the way he can faintly feel it almost through his entire body. When she starts talking and moving normally again though he lifts his head, blinks. Does his best to shake off the exhaustion and apathy he's let settle across him, drawing in long, deep breaths and letting them out to a timed count, clearing his mind. By the time the last restraint comes off - and he hasn't noticed before that her touch is surprisingly soft - he's feeling clearer and he stretches, rolling his shoulders and back. One last very deep inhale and exhale and he follows her over to the tomb. Her father. He thinks that must lay heavy on her but he doesn't say anything. Instead he reaches out and touches the yellow edged white armor. It's a little fancier than he'd chose for himself but - it was for a king. And its not as if he's going to let a few extra frills keep him from practicality. Her warning that he's going to need it just makes that all the more obvious.]
Thank you.
[Even Galra captivity can't drive all his manners out of him and he doesn't waste any time in getting into first the body suit and then the overlaying armor. She's already seen most of him anyway and he has no modesty left. It's a relief to get out of his Galra rags and into something that both fits more comfortably - and covers his scars completely. All but the one on his nose but - its a quiet relief he won't admit to, to not be on display anymore. A few moves to test the fit and he turns back to her with a nod. He can feel the energy seeping into him and he welcomes it completely. The man standing in front of her isn't a slave or even the Champion. He's the beginning of someone else. Someone he might once have been and he's straighter and taller than before.]
All right. I'm ready.