prince-of-pot

Of course I’ll hurt you. Of course you’ll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter. To become presence, means accepting the risk of absence…
—  Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince

lotor: [malicious smile] hello, paladins. i’m here to destroy voltron.

allura: i was about to say, “no you won’t, you son of a bitch,” but i’m sure your mother is a lovely person. 

allura: [scans lotor from top to bottom, subtle disgust written on her face] send her my condolences.