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Not the Extraction

Enjoy my dysphoria-induced angsty filler chapter.


There was not much information. They had arrived and shut down communication, wiped out all the droids and soldiers, and downloaded the info. In and out, ten minutes.

Pidge shifted through it on the Castle-ship, muttering to herself. After an hour, she stood up and screamed, "If I read 'prisoner not eligible for examination' one more time I'm gong to eject myself into space!" slammed her computer shut, and stormed out of the room. Keith looked at Hunk. Hunk looked at Keith. They shrugged, and went back to work. Hunk, welding the suit to fit Lance, and Keith, monitoring the heat signals coming from the "contradagoritory holdwaffle" as Allura put it. That basically meant yell if anything went into triple digits.  

In the kitchen, Pidge made some space hot chocolate and  sat at the table, her ears as hot as her drink. I can't believe I just stormed away! Lance could be dying and I might be the reason why. This whole thing is my fault. If I had just told Hunk and Keith when they asked, they never would have gone snooping, and Lance would never have ran away!


Back in the construction room, Hunk was lost in thought as well. This is all my fault. I never should have brought up the gut feeling. We wouldn't have gone in his room, he wouldn't have gone away, and he wouldn't be captured right now! I can't believe myself.

Across the room, Keith's thoughts ran the same track. Why did I go with Hunk? I was the reason he ran away for sure. He thinks his rival was digging up dirt or something. He'd have forgiven Hunk, so he ran away  from me. This is awful. I can't even do anything to help but train.  I can't even do that, I'm stuck here staring at these numbers.

In the training room, next to Keith's thoughts, Shiro swung his arm at training bot after bot, slicing through two or three a minute. He was trapped in his own thoughts. I should have known he wasn't alright. It's my fault he was captured, if only I had stayed with him and listened, not just left him with his dysphoria. I need to check on him more, I should have stayed.

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