[ the agreement is . . . a surprise. he had expected her to refuse him, to stop talking to him. but instead, allura is kid, and agrees to accompany him. to do what, exactly, lotor isn't sure. but it's seeing her, which already has him in brighter spirits.

weakness. utter weakness. as if allura would change anything here. but allura is here, and tangible, and able to be held. clutched in his fingers, even if she slips away in the future. stabilizing the itching in his fingertips to lash out against those who harmed him.

allura focuses his energy. it's what's needed, at the moment. ]

I am on the outskirts of the Temple, at the edge of the Forest. By the fighting arena.

[ quietly. ]

But I can certainly meet you halfway, if you want an escort.

[ as if allura needs defending. ]