“I was the oldest,” the prince said, “and yet I am the last. After Mors and Olyvar died in their cradles, I gave up hope of brothers. I was nine when Elia came, a squire in service at Salt Shore. When the raven arrived with word that my mother had been brought to bed a month too soon, I was old enough to understand that meant the child would not live. Even when Lord Gargalen told me that I had a sister, I assured him that she must shortly die. Yet she lived, by the Mother’s mercy. And a year later Oberyn arrived, squalling and kicking. I was a man grown when they were playing in these pools. Yet here I sit, and they are gone.”
Since I am the oldest sibling this is what happens to me regularly: Lance feels as if he needs to be perfect for everyone because he has so many people to be a role model for. Once he became part of Voltron, he started to lose that but once he got scolded by Shiro or somebody Idk?? He is reminded of old times and falls back into the old habits of him being a perfectionist??