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Sirens, alarms. All going off.
Attackers. Again.
The paladins rush to their lions, all except one.
They plan to form Voltron, but one is missing.
The other paladins call to the blue one, yelling at him to get it into gear.
He does not arrive.
The battle is over.
They have won.
Without their sharpshooter.
They go to confront him in Blue's hangar when they hear the blue lion roar.
But when they arrive...
Blue's particle barrier is up.
She is not letting anyone in.
Something is wrong.
He smiles weakly as the life pours from his veins.
Blood running down his hands and looking into his palms.
He thinks of all of the memories he has.
His big familia on Earth.
Meeting Blue.
Bonding with the team.
Gettig pushed out.
Being told to shut up.
Being left out from the group.
Being ignored and forgotten completely.
He shakes his head.
No, they will not need him.
They never needed him.
He hears Blue in the back of his mind.
Begging him to change his mind.
Pleading with him, saying it will get better.
She wants to help.
But he will not let her.
This is his battle, and by giving up, he has won.
Sirens, alarms. All going off.
Attackers. Again.
He will not be joining them.
The paladins, princess, and space uncle rush to Lance's room.
They are too late.
He is lying in a puddle of blood.
His own blood.
Keith's knife is in his bloodied grasp.
The paladins call his name.
He does not answer.
He will never answer again.
~timeskip to a few months later~
Blue still will not open up.
She blames the living paladins for taking her son away.
She hates them.
She will never open up to another pilot again.
They will never be able to form Voltron.
The princess tries to get Blue to open up.
It will not work.
The princess has lost another friend.
She realizes that he never knew she thought he was a friend.
She hates herself.
The space uncle misses his "nephew".
His favorite paladin.
He will never hear his boy's laughter in the halls again.
The leader regrets what he has done, what he has said.
He will no longer look in mirrors.
The hacker supreme doesn't leave her room.
She locks herself away with her tech.
She has not come out of her room in 3 months.
The best friend has cried himself to sleep for 5 months straight.
His will to fly his lion is almost nonexistent.
He misses his best friend.
If only he knew that.
Washing the blood away from the knife was the easy part.
Seeing the bloodied hand grasping it is not.
Keith will never be able to look at his knife the same way again.
He wishes the blue paladin had known he had loved him.
Instead, the "rival" continued to fight against Lance.
He did this to him.
The red paladin is slowing losing his will to live.
Princess.
Space uncle.
Black.
Yellow.
Green.
Red.
And no longer Blue.
Never again.