You know what I love about Lance?
He’s just like his spirit element water. The physical embodiment of the ocean.
His personality on the surface is wild, playful, erratic at times. It’s like the surface of the water, unpredictable and seemingly moody, but at occasional times is calm and smoothing.
But go deeper under the surface. You’ll find a roaring, vicious undertow of water thats the playful surface covers any sign of it from above. Unless you got to know Lance deeper or had some sort of way into his head, like we had from the few snippets of season 2, you’d think that he is shallow and easily readable, when in reality he has a rushing wave of constant emotions and feelings he’s trying to suppress.
And while the ocean and Lance are both complex, complicated, and can be at times dangerous in their disruptive nature, they both are the heart of what keeps their system running. Without the ocean we would all cease to exist, and without Lance, the team would fall to pieces. Lance is wild and passionate in his existence, but he loves unconditionally and provides life and hope in the darkest of moments to us and the team, and if that ain’t some deep ass metaphorical shit about water’s life force I don’t know what is.