“I’ll give you a choice.” Lotor’s voice is loud over the hushed silence of the paladins.
Lance imagines that he’s anywhere that isn’t here. Remembers the beach and the sand warming his toes, a flower field in his dreams, the training room of the castle. He even pretends he’s somewhere he’d never been–sitting in Keith’s room, just talking. It doesn’t matter that it isn’t real. With labored breaths he tries to think of what it would be like to sit on the edge of Keith’s bed, their knees knocking together, and his chest aches.
If this were any other situation, maybe something less prone to break his heart, he’d laugh at how pathetic he was being. How, inevitably, his thoughts always lead to Keith.
Behind him, he hears the screaming of his friends. They fade out when Lotor finally breaks the heavy silence.
“You can either come with me,” he starts, eyes shining in the dark of the ship. The paladins had cut the power supply in an attempt to take out the ship’s defenses. It unfortunately had not worked. “Or,” he continues, leaning in close so only Lance can hear and feel the warmth of his breath in his ear, “I will kill him.”
His heart sinks and sinks. But no choice has ever been easier. He decides in a single breath, a single heartbeat.
“What’ll it be?”
Lance can hear him screaming, his name coming out a bleeding, broken thing from Keith’s throat over and over. It’s the last thing he hears, the last sound that echoes in his heart, before his own voice spills out, “Yes, yes.”