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Some say that certain people flicker out if they’re not important enough. This has all around been believed to be false, no one had Flickered Out for many years - centuries. At least, no one that anyone has noticed. There may be hundreds - thousands - of people who Flicker Out and they’re not important enough to be remembered.
Lance had always been important in his family - taking care of his siblings when his mother was sick or at work or was just too tired to do it. Lance loved his family, and his family loved Lance.
When Lance and the others got shot into space, Lance was devastated. He hoped his family would remember him - wouldn’t let him Flicker. He was probably one of the few who believed that people Flickered Out.
Lance had every right to believe. His best friend Flickered Outright in front of him. It was agony watching someone he cared for - someone important to him Flicker. It started out small, sometimes he seemed to be a bit transparent, zoned out. He talked about hearing someone - something - call for him. Like he was being lured somewhere, but he couldn’t find where.
Lance was terrified of losing his best friend and tried his hardest to make sure he was in his thoughts more than he wasn’t. Tried getting other people to notice, but they laughed at him. No one has Flickered Out for centuries, Lance. That’s enough joking around. And so Lance did what he could, told James how much he meant to Lance. How important he was to Lance.
Then James started disappearing for hours, no matter how loud Lance was when he yelled for him, how much he searched for him, he wouldn’t appear.
Then one day, while they were hanging out James started flickering. Lance stared in horror as his best friend began to disappear and reappear sporadically. James had been important to Lance why was he disappearing? Was he not important enough? Then, James was gone. The only thing that hinted at his existence was a half-empty pop can next to where he was sitting. The only thing left of him was memories - to be forgotten and fade away with time.
After that, Lance believed wholeheartedly in those who Flickered Out. How could he not? Lance stopped believing that they Flickered Out because of how not important they were, though. He didn’t know why they flickered, but it couldn’t be about how more and less important someone was.
That’s what he believed, until space, that is.
At first, Lance almost didn’t notice it. A whisper he heard sometimes when there was no one else around. He brushed it off as hearing things or even Blue talking to him. Of course, he should have realized that wasn’t the case.
When the team started showing signs of annoyance, of course, it hurt Lance, he didn’t think the effects would be so drastic. Follow me. He slowly began to think about how important his role was on the team. Allura had Blue now, that means he could easily be replaced again if he just left. He went to Keith when the thoughts began to get too much. He helped, a bit. Helped him realize how selfish he was being for thinking that way. Of course he was important. Wasn’t he?
Then Keith left, leaving Lance heartbroken. Hadn’t he just said that he was important? Follow me. If he was so important, why did Keith leave?
Lance could feel himself slipping away. Hours would go by and no one would come looking for him. He blacked out more and more often. He realized he was Flickering when he heard Hunk looking for him, but even when he was standing right in front of him, Hunk couldn’t see him. Follow me. Lance knew Keith could come back and take his spot, and that made him feel better. If he did Flicker Out, then at least there was someone there to take his spot.
It happened during a mission. Of course it would, when else would it have happened? When he was alone, and no one would notice? Follow me. He only realized he was Flickering because Hunk did. He asked Lance how he was flickering. And then realization dawned on Lance. Follow me. This was it. He teared up, realizing that people didn’t Flicker Out because they weren’t important, they Flickered Out because they didn’t feel important. He heard the voices more clearly now, beckoning him to them. Follow me.
“I’m sorry,” Lance said in between flickers, “I love you, Hunk. Tell Keith I’m sorry. Tell them all I’m sorry.” Follow me. “Tell my mom I love her. Tell my sisters and brothers I love them. Especially tell Blue.” Follow me. “I love her most, and I forgive her for choosing Allura. I wasn’t as important, I understand now.” Follow me.
“Lance? Lance!” Follow me.
Lance allowed himself to follow the voice that had been nagging him the entire time to follow it. Follow it where, Lance had wondered. He understood now. Follow it away.