Lance got captured by one of Lotors Generals, and he’s being held captive. Lotor did this so he could threaten the team and make them do whatever he wanted. “I will threaten them with you as my prisoner, as soon as they notice you’re gone and come after you” Lotor told him. Lance just broke out in nervous laughter and replied. “No Lotor, you dont get it.. They wont come. I dont think they’ll ever notice im gone..” Tears formed in his eyes as he continued, his voice cracking filling the room with echo. “I’m just a seventh wheel. They don’t need me anymore, everyone got their lion” Lance were prepared to die, to rot in this endless hell. Theres nobody looking for him. He’s trapped.
The next thing Lance know is.. warmth? Arms? He’s being held in somebody’s arms. Lotors arms, his voice. “I know how that feels. Being left behind, abandoned and forgotten. I did not know you had such a hard time already.. If I knew you were treated with such cruelty.. I would’ve fetched you earlier”
I cured myself of shyness when it finally occurred to me that people didn’t think about me half as much as I gave them credit for. The truth was, nobody gave a damn…When I stopped being a prisoner to what I worried was others’ opinions of me, I became more confident and free.
You will be surprised at how fast I can turn this love into hatred, and hatred into indifference. You were never real to begin with. You never existed. That alone forced me to move on. And I am moving on.
To all the fake emotional manipulators in my life; I refuse to become a victim.