Headcanon on Lance
Since Jeremy Shada uttered (ahaha) that Lance was “gonna probably die”.
I think Lance will “die”, sacrificing himself to save his friends.
Keith feels like hell because he was the “leader”. Lance had told him not to jump the gun, not to be a hot head and charge in.
They lost Shiro, now Lance. Keith is even more lost.
Hunk won’t eat, won’t cook, won’t do anything but work on any machine that needs fixing. It keeps his mind busy. It keeps him from breaking down. It keeps him from thinking of how he’d tell Lance’s family.
Hunk doesn’t want to think anymore.
Pidge is lucky. She has Matt. Matt who was rescued by Lance, shoved into Blue and told to leave while Lance bailed Keith out on his latest move.
Pidge is lucky because he has Matt’s shoulder to cry into.
Allura sits alone in the room where she last saw her father. Shattered peices remain like her shattered heart. For a moment she thought she heard her father, telling her it was okay to cry.
Cry she did, because those who left early had strong shoulders and caring smiles. The mice wanted to help, but knew they could not.
Coran just stared at Lance’s door. He expected the youth to march out and make him laugh. Make him feel like a father again.
Even if Lance’s father was still alive, Lance to him was like the son he lost and once again, Coran lost his son. Lost Lance.
Keith lowered his head as a blade rested on it. A Yralih Alien was ready to swing down that sharp blade, with Keith ready to accept his fate.
He smiled, knowing Pidge, Hunk, Matt and Allura got away. He smiled, knowing he’d be joining Shiro and Lance.
He closed his eyes, ready for the end.
It never came.
A single shot rang, dropping the Yralih Alien dead on the ground.
Keith looked in shock, raising his head up to see who had saved him.
It was a familiar face, with a bright grin and sharp blue eyes.
“There’s my sharpshooter. ”
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