Lotor slowly opened his eyes as he was leaning against the wall still and narrowed his eyes at the blinding bright blue lights surrounding his silver white cell with blue laser bars at the edge. He pushed himself up and wobbled a little as he felt the hunger cramp in his stomach.

"Lance? How are you holding up?" Lotor asked the cell next door.

"No," Lance mumbled tiredly and Lotor smiled softly at him.

Lotor felt his head pounding but ignored the pain and dizziness as he held himself against the wall.

"You okay?" Lance asked softly and Lotor slide down the wall giving up on his legs.

"Gone five quintants without food or water, finally got a solid night of rest, nothing to severe," Lotor said calmly get sarcastically.

"Yea I'm not falling for that," Lance scoffed and Lotor chuckled weakly.

"They wouldn't starve us would they?" Lance asked as he held his stomach.

"You know them better," Lotor raised an eye brow.

"Yea I thought so," he snorted with no humor.

"Are you two done flirting?" Matt walked in smirking.

"No," Lance smirked back but hurt flashed in his eyes seeing the bayard on matts belt.

"So they sent the rug rat, how mature," Lotor looked at Matt who sent him a small glare.

"Actually no ones awake yet except hunk and I, hunk made you guys some food," he slid them both a plate and spork of food goo.

"I defiantly didn't miss this crap," Lance looked at the food goo as he took a bite.

"You do realize this this 10,000 years old?" Lotor told them. "It's not suppose to be green,"

"Yea well it's what we've been surviving on this for months," Matt chuckled sitting in front of the two cells.

"Months?"

"Phoeb," Lance translated to be clarified.

"So what happened out there?" Matt asked in all seriousness as the two ate.

"Hagar used one of my generals against me," Lotor narrowed his eyes and Lance took a deep breath.

"Narti, Hagar tried to get me too but Narti was targeted, we lost her a few days ago," Lance explained.

"Zarkon found out we were using the comet as a weapon of the fighter so he attacked our base cruiser, later the other generals shot us and was going to hand us in to zarkon," he summed it up as Lotor stayed silent.

"Why both of you?" Matt asked.

"As a paladin of Voltron zarkon saw me as a threat, Lotor... Lotors a lot smarter than zarkon, he's a lot more successful and patient, zarkon didn't like it, or that we where doing things they didn't like,"

"I'm right here,"

"I know," Lance glanced at the wall and Lotor looked down.

"What would happen to you both?" Matt asked again.

"I'd be shot on sight, Lance... They had their hands on him before, I fear what they could do without me being able to stop it," Lotor said in a raspy tone and Lance pursed his lips.

"Those are where you got the scars from?" It was more of a statement than a question.

Lance nodded.

"Lotor said I wasn't a prisoner, I shouldn't be treated like one, luckily this was the worst that has happened," Lance smiled childishly.

"What about those bruises?" Matt asked frowning.

"What bruises?" Lotor asked confused.

"Uuuuhhhhh... Nothing," Lance smiled sheepishly.

"So like are you two together or something?" Matt asked smirking.

"Yea..." Lance blushed softly with a smile and Matt snorted.

"You'd be the next zarkon and Hagar," Matt smirked evilly.

"I am not being Hagar," Lance glared jokingly at Matt.

"I rather not be my father," Lotor cringed.

"Also I should thank you, for letting my team escape a while ago, it was a rescue mission for us," Matt smile at lance.

"What do you mean?" Lotor looked at Matt confused as lance took a moment to think about it.

"He showed mercy on us, i was never expecting that on a galra ship," he smirked at them and lance nodded softly.

"The day I killed that rebel, I kinda let them escape," lance sighed a little and Lotor quirked a brow remembering.

"Alright, I got to go before the others find me," Matt stood up and was given the empty plates.

"And Lance, for how much has happened, your still a pretty cool guy, just more bad ass and grown up," Matt smiled at him as he walked out.

"Space tends to do that it seems," Lance shrugged.

"How long have you know of 'Matt'?" Lotor asked.

"Don't tell me your jealous~" Lance sang leaning on the wall smirking.

"I am not!" Lotor gasped offendedly.

"No worries, I'm still yours my love," Lance giggled as Lotor pouted slightly which was rare for Lance to see due to how Lotor was always calm and collected, barely looses his temper or laughs, or pouts...

"Are you pouting?!"

"No!"

"Don't you lie to me,"

"... I am not pouting,"

"Liar,"