40 years later, you return to this spot. You are much older and have made many decisions in your lifetime, but this is the only one that haunts you.
It was an impossible situation, an unwinnable conundrum. Even though you tell
yourself you made the right choice, you continue to wrestle with the decision. Perhaps, in another life, you would feel
differently. But this is not another life, this is reality. The reality with
the conclusion you chose.
Imagine Voltron in its first fight against Prince Lotor, and Lotor somehow is able to comunicate (maybe he got one of his cronies to hack Voltron’s communication system). So the entire time Voltron is fighting, they hear Lotor making snide comments in the background, like “Is that the best you have?” “My father must have been weak if he couldn’t squash you like the bugs you are.” And it looks like the Galra are going to win, and Voltron is about to lose when Lotor makes a remark about how, after he kills Voltron, earth is next one to go.
And Lance fucking looses it.
Suddenly, enemy ships are being cut and frozen left and right, the number of Galra ships decreasing rapidly. All the while Lance is screaming over the intercom, saying things in English and Spanish alike. But everyone, including Lotor, gets the gist of what he is trying to say:
“Get anywhere near earth and I will fuck you up.”
Lotor never hacked into Voltron’s communication system again.