[ the message is received, loud and clear, and lotor's silence is an agreement. so when allura leaves, and comes to the arena, she will find lotor seated on a portion of broken stone wall. unarmed -- more as a gesture of good faith, to her, but also because lotor is uninterested in dragging around an altean broadsword in the middle of the night when, honestly, he's not in the mood to fight.
he wants to sleep, truth be told, and ignore that today had ever happened. he should have never asked what happened to him (ignorance is bliss, so they say), but now that he knows, it cannot be undone. lotor spent a few hours feeling lost, angry, livid . . . but seeing allura approach produces a certain type of calm that washes over him.
a pointless calm. a temporary calm, maybe. a stay of inevitability. but she is here, which is more than lotor expected. perhaps he's not a lost cause after all. still, he makes no move to stand, instead speaking from his position sitting up on the wall: ]
The stars here make absolutely no sense.
[ he sounds a little tired, but he lets his eyes scan the skies. ]
They change at a rate that should be impossible, and yet, here they are.
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he wants to sleep, truth be told, and ignore that today had ever happened. he should have never asked what happened to him (ignorance is bliss, so they say), but now that he knows, it cannot be undone. lotor spent a few hours feeling lost, angry, livid . . . but seeing allura approach produces a certain type of calm that washes over him.
a pointless calm. a temporary calm, maybe. a stay of inevitability. but she is here, which is more than lotor expected. perhaps he's not a lost cause after all. still, he makes no move to stand, instead speaking from his position sitting up on the wall: ]
The stars here make absolutely no sense.
[ he sounds a little tired, but he lets his eyes scan the skies. ]
They change at a rate that should be impossible, and yet, here they are.