Shiro huffs, a bitter twist to his lips. "Be careful what you hope for. The only other galra I'd consider is dead because of me. He sacraficed himself for me. Twice. Defied orders. I brought hate and danger and death to his doorstep. He's dead, and there isn't even a body to bury. It's not a smart idea, Lotor. You have way too much on your plate already, not to mention everything that's been done to you in the past. You're the one who can show the universe that not every galra thinks like Zarkon. That there's hope for peace and prosperity among all people. Allura's the much better choice."

But he doesn't let go of Lotor's arm.