[ In the time between the communications being cut, and the Black Lion touching ground, Allura takes the time to sort out her own emotions. She had spent a certain amount of time with each gift-- no: Paladin, but never had she realized that all of them somehow knew each other, or of each other, if their interactions over the comm channel had been any indication.

She meets his gaze and she takes her turn in being the source of (possible) stability for him. ]

My people believe in destiny, that people are destined to meet regardless of how the universe twists and turns. I do not believe that the five of you have become Paladins out of sheer coincidence.

[ That thing about destiny stings to think about, however. It's like saying that her being torn away from her father, to have her people and countless others suffer, to have Zarkon and the Galra rule over a great portion of the universe and become cause for strife. had been in the capricious hand of destiny. ]

You will have time to speak with them, to get your proper suits of armor... [ Allura allows herself a hopeful smile. ] and you will form Voltron.