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He was never enough.
He was never going to be good enough.
Why was he even trying anymore.
They didn't care.
No one cared.
Not Shiro, the loyal leader.
Not Pidge, the hacker supreme and local sarcastic.
Not even Hunk, the cook and best friend.
And not Keith, the one that was always on top.
The right hand man.
The one the others turned to when Shiro was gone.
Why would he care?
He only cared about defeating the Galra, nothing more, except for maybe Shiro.
He wouldn't ever care.
Why should he?
He had so much more to look for.
The team had been looking down on Lance for a while.
Shutting him down.
Ignoring him.
Laughing at him.
Calling him annoying.
Telling him to stop flirting.
And Lance had had enough of it, damnit.
It wasn't worth it anymore.
Maybe it was time to do what he wanted to do so long ago.
They wouldn't even miss him.