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[Shiro POV]
Shiro looks out the pod window, and it feels like his lungs are constricting as Arus becomes a speck in the dark expanse of space. He's desperate to fight, and every part of him wants to resist and escape. One look to his left, and a warning from his captor reminds him why he doesn't. At least, not yet.
The limp, unconscious body of Lance has been roughly dumped next to him and Shiro doesn't know if he's still breathing. He stays put and glares at Sendak's back as they're flown away from their friends and into Galra territory. Flashes of the gladiatorial ring, the druids, the less fortunate captives as they are dragged from the cell they'd shared, make Shiro shiver in both terror and anger. He hates to think that he's going back to that. Worse yet, that Lance is also going to experience these things. He grinds his teeth.