He was angry with a passion. Now he's just angry.

Keith had to watch the only guy that was ever there for him--his brother, Shiro--die. Just die, with nothing Keith could do, because Keith was a failure at preserving life but great at ending them.

A single knife. Or a shotgun. But a knife seemed more fitting in his hands. It's all he needed. To get his anger out. To just... Do it with more control this time. End a life. But he didn't want to die, he was a chicken. So he looked to the boy sleeping in his hangar.

It was Lance.

Lance was annoying. Lance wouldn't even see it coming, though. It's not like they could form Voltron without Shiro, anyways. Allura clearly wasn't succeeding at bonding with the Black Lion.

He stood above Lance's sleeping frame. He didn't care anymore, he wouldn't let himself care. He huffed, holding the knife up, and then slamming it up Lance's bottom jaw, reaching inside his head as if it were a shot to the mouth.

And that was it. Blood was everywhere, but Lance wasn't conscious.

Actually... That felt kind of good.