[ shiro. that explains that. but lotor holds his tongue as allura talks, watching the steam rise from his own cup before he sets it on top of a nearby chest of weapons. unable to drink it, at the moment, in lieu of what allura says. ]
I've already met her.
[ quietly enough, as he releases the cup to fold his arms over his chest, resting his back against the wall of the arena, letting his eyes move to the ground, to watch the dust roll across the torn grass. and he tries to decide whether or not to continue, but that was the whole point, of impulsively calling allura to meet with him, wasn't it? to ask for her advice.
lotor knows what her advice is going to be. but all the same: ]
action
I've already met her.
[ quietly enough, as he releases the cup to fold his arms over his chest, resting his back against the wall of the arena, letting his eyes move to the ground, to watch the dust roll across the torn grass. and he tries to decide whether or not to continue, but that was the whole point, of impulsively calling allura to meet with him, wasn't it? to ask for her advice.
lotor knows what her advice is going to be. but all the same: ]
I told her nothing. I don't know where to begin.