". . .Keith?" you trembled. Your reaction made him revert back to normal. His eyes dilated and his fangs retracted. He let his arm drop, making his weapon point down.

He bowed his head in shame. "Go ahead. I know what I am—a filthy Galra. I should have never believed I had a chance at happiness."

"It's not that. I just. . .why would you keep it from me?" you questioned. He didn't respond.

"DUCK!!" Hunk suddenly warned. Keith grabbed your shoulders and crouched down to the ground, avoiding the danger above. His swift reflexes must have been a Galra thing as well. . .

"Why didn't you tell me!?" you interrogated.

"We don't have time for this," Keith responded as he was searching around for potential danger. You released from his grip and stood up.

"WE HAD TIME WHEN WE WERE ON THE DATE!!" you screeched, pulling up a random fork and sticking it in a nearby Galra.

Lance stopped midbattle. "Wait, you two went on a date?"

"YEAH, A DATE OF LIES!"

Keith kicked off another offender. He then yanked his head toward you. "I WOULD HAVE TOLD YOU AFT—"

"WHEN, KEITH? WHEN? AT THE NEXT FURRY CONVENTION??"

"WHEN THE TIME WAS RIGHT!!" Keith managed to shout back as he was taking down a pair of Galra. "I DIDN'T WANT TO SCARE YOU OFF—"

You launched several forks at the mob, all while arguing with Keith. "I WOULDN'T HAVE BEEN SCARED!!"

"COME ON, THE GALRA ARE AFTER YOU AND I HAPPEN TO BE ONE—OF COURSE, YOU WOULD HAVE BEEN SCARED!!"

"I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU ARE, KEITH!" You paused, not facing him. "I only care about. . ." Turning in his direction, you finished, "You."

Pidge and Hunk were behind one of the trucks, watching it all go down. Between you and Keith, of course. Lance and Matt, on the other hand, were very jealous.

". . .Why?"

"You're the only person I've known who's ever cared about me."

Keith tried to process these emotions since he was antisocial. Even the Galra were awing, but that stopped when they continued the battle.

"UGH! What will it take to get rid of these skunk-bags?" Lance grumbled. Shiro was offended.

Keith heroically stood in front of you. But you really just wanted to throw forks at the bad guys—however, this was fine too.

Suddenly, these bright purple lights radiated throughout the clouds in the sky. Everyone noticed it. It turned out to be. . .another spaceship. It had a dark Galra-like aesthetic to it. But it wasn't the same design as one of Zarkon's warships.

"Wh—" Shiro was confused. No one was fighting anymore—they were all too focused on the unknown ship.

It landed, and as soon as the doors opened—these men in black suits with hoodies, started attacking all of the Galra. Finally, Zarkon's troop aborted the mission.

Then these strangers faced you and Keith.

"Keith," the one spoke. Were they friends or something? What was happening.

"The Blade of Marmora. . ." you heard Keith whisper to himself. You were more than confused.

"Excuse me—what?" you interjected.

"How did you find us?" Keith wondered.

The figure ripped off his hood to reveal another Galra. You immediately stepped back, but Keith's incautiousness surprised you. They acted like they knew each other.

"We tracked their ship. There's been news of a new person aboard Team Voltron—and that she has a deadly weapon."

You casually raised your hand. "That'd be me."

He stared at you, his expression not changing. "I see." He noticed your earrings, since they were a bit of an eyesore. "You're not able to get them off, are you?"

"Nope."

"How did they track us though?" Pidge inquired. "Rydner put on that thing that stopped the frequency—"

"They tracked me," Keith declared. You looked at him with your jaw agape.

"No! That can't be—"

"I'm half-Galra. That must be it," he was ashamed to admit.

Everyone was silent for a few seconds. Hunk asked, "So. . .what does this mean?"

Keith turned to you and the group. He looked down and announced, "I can't stay."

It got quiet again. The only thing you could hear was your palpitating heart.

"K-Keith," you stammered. "You—you can't go! You can't leave, please—stay!"

"It will only put you in danger."

"I'm in more danger without you!"

He closed his eyes in a wistful manner. "I won't be gone forever, it's just for some ti—"

"Please don't leave me! I can't handle being left again!" you begged. You hated seeming so vulnerable, but right now, you were desperate. You tried to fight the upcoming tears. Now that you think of it, you haven't cried in forever.

"It's okay, I just need to sort things out."

"PLEASE!!"

He turned away, trying to stay strong. "I'll see you again, (Y/N)."

Nothing you said worked. But before he boarded the ship, and went off into the abyss of space—you rushed over and embraced him one last time. He accepted it.

Pidge and Hunk were sobbing hysterically into Lance's jacket, and Shiro only observed. Matt just awkwardly existed.

"Please don't jump out the airlock," he whispered.

You couldn't help but sadly laugh a bit. When you both pulled back, he stroked your hair away from your eyes and gave his final smile.

Then he left.

Shiro walked up and placed a comforting hand on your shoulder. "It's okay. I know you can get through this."

Hours later, you were crying eyeliner all over the couch. You were on the Castle, finally—but Allura was upset that you were staining the furniture.

"WHY DID THIS HAPPEN!?!?" you wailed. "FIRST I LOST MY DAD, THEN MY CLINIQUE EYELINER, NOW THIS!?!?"

Shiro patted your head. "Just calm down, I'm sure it'll be—"

"It'll be okay! I mean, this is what defines you," Lance encouraged. "Besides, you have me~"

"No, what I have is cramps so GET OUT OF MY FACE YOU FAIL OF A MAN!!!" you screamed. Lance once again fled for his life.

"Weren't you a bit hard on him?" Shiro nervously chuckled. You only ignored him. "Well, I'll let you have time to think. It's going to be okay, (Y/N)." He finally left.

You sat up and pushed all the wet tissues on the carpet. Might as well watch some television or something. So, you grabbed the TV remote and powered it on. And the first channel that come on was Hallmark. It had a lovey-dovey movie currently playing which only made you cry more.

Hunk heard you through the walls from the kitchen. He only shook his head. Pidge approached him.

"She's been crying for like, an hour or more."

"Yeah, I feel bad for her," Hunk responded.

"What should we do?" Pidge asked.

"I'm making her a special something~" Hunk beamed.

Pidge looked closer at what he was doing. "What?"

Hunk held up a buttermilk pancake that had fruit placed in the shape of a smiley face.

"It'll really lift her mood!"

Pidge tilted her head. "Hmm. . .I dunno. Will that really work on (Y/N)?"

"Of course! Food always makes everything better!" Hunk playfully winked and plopped the pancake on a colorful plate. He then skipped to the room you were in.

You just sat there, contemplating life. Your trance was disrupted when Hunk came in. "Huh?"

"Guess what I made you!"

You were confused until he showed you the dish he was carrying. Glee radiated from his smile, and his eyes were closed in confidence that your depression would completely disappear after this.

"A panca—"

"Not just any pancake! It's a KEITH PANCAKE!"

You gently received the plate, and stared down at it. He was watching in pure contentment. That's when it backfired. Instead of the reaction he expected, you just started weeping again. You put the pancake up to your face and used it as a tissue.

"Oh—"

Pidge pulled Hunk back into the kitchen.

You weren't sure what was going to happen—you just wanted Keith to be safe, and come back. However, that didn't look likely. . .