[ again, another lengthy silence, almost as if he's decided not to answer again. because the message is hard to digest. it's absurd. the entire thing is ridiculous. cut and run or don't, but these damn people seem to want it both ways. to have him around, but to keep him at an arm's length.
it's smart, really, all things considered. and lotor would be able to tolerate it, if it weren't for allura. ]
How "we" feel for one another?
I have told you things about myself that I have never told another soul, and I allowed myself to feel something for you. Believe whatever you wish of me, but my "evil scheme" would have been far easier if I cared nothing for you. I killed my own father; if I had truly wanted to kill you, I would have. But no, instead, I fell in love.
But you? You believe me to be a monstrosity. How long has that thought lingered in the back of your mind? Since we met, I imagine. And I also imagine you felt vindicated, that I proved whatever latent thought you had about me correct. Power-starved madness runs in my veins, and I am just as weak as they are. Congratulations. You win. Allura was right, and Voltron is all the better for it.
I care for you. And as angry as I am, I will continue to care for you. I admit that I made a mistake, and it cost me my life, and everything that I have ever worked for.
But don't ever make the mistake of thinking that that means that I need your damnable pity.
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it's smart, really, all things considered. and lotor would be able to tolerate it, if it weren't for allura. ]
How "we" feel for one another?
I have told you things about myself that I have never told another soul, and I allowed myself to feel something for you. Believe whatever you wish of me, but my "evil scheme" would have been far easier if I cared nothing for you. I killed my own father; if I had truly wanted to kill you, I would have. But no, instead, I fell in love.
But you? You believe me to be a monstrosity. How long has that thought lingered in the back of your mind? Since we met, I imagine. And I also imagine you felt vindicated, that I proved whatever latent thought you had about me correct. Power-starved madness runs in my veins, and I am just as weak as they are. Congratulations. You win. Allura was right, and Voltron is all the better for it.
I care for you. And as angry as I am, I will continue to care for you. I admit that I made a mistake, and it cost me my life, and everything that I have ever worked for.
But don't ever make the mistake of thinking that that means that I need your damnable pity.