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“Whoa... What did you do?” I ask confused by what just happened.
“I've got Zarkon's bayard.”
“You mean you've got your bayard." Keith tells him proudly.
"We've only got a few minutes left before power returns to Zarkon's ship. Form Voltron!”
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We fought with all we had, in those last moments with Shiro’s bayard we managed to defeat Zarkon. The blast overwhelmed us as we were broken up into our lions again. When power returned to Zarkon’s ship we had to fly the Black lion out and back onto the Castle of lions.
No one had heard from Shiro since the fight… we all knew something was wrong as we ran for the limp lion.
When we reached the cockpit… he wasn’t there, his bayard still in its place. But Shiro was… gone.
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Keith didn’t even take off his armour as I led him to our room, he hadn’t said anything, hadn’t done anything but look dazed since we left Black. The moment we entered our room I placed him on the bed as I started taking his armour off.
One by one. Until all that was left was the black flight suit underneath. I joined him on our bed and hugged him, held him as his body started to shake. He started to cry. I knew he wanted to scream, I told him that, and he did. He screamed, cried and shook with all the emotions flowing over.
We sat like that for what felt like hours. Till he ran out of tears, his face dry with tear marks. His eyes swollen. His body exhausted. We didn’t share words, he didn’t talk. I didn’t know what to say. So instead I took a page from his book and told him everything through my actions.
That night we never went to join the others for dinner, we just laid there together, as I held him through his grief.
Shiro was the only family he had left, and now he’s gone. We don’t even have his body to mourn over. All we have is that final memory of the battle with Zarkon and the scream that pierced through our minds before we pierced Voltron’s sword in Zarkon's suit.