[He quiets for a moment. Fighting against the storm and the lightning in his skull. Settling on a memory of steady recitation. Of Allura's assured voice in a field of stars.]
(The leader of the team.)
[Their faces flickering in sudden, bright pinpoints. The three boys - blue, yellow, red. Pidge in vibrant, living green. Good memories. Fond memories.]
(The head of the others. Always steady - always in control.)
[The last three words are Allura's. Her voice echoing through his own. The irony of it. The one who should be in control of himself, has the ability to lose it all, while he's here.]
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(The leader of the team.)
[Their faces flickering in sudden, bright pinpoints. The three boys - blue, yellow, red. Pidge in vibrant, living green. Good memories. Fond memories.]
(The head of the others. Always steady - always in control.)
[The last three words are Allura's. Her voice echoing through his own. The irony of it. The one who should be in control of himself, has the ability to lose it all, while he's here.]