With how quickly things happen, it’s hard to keep track of it all. He’d started to
lose track about the time he’d somehow found himself in Galra hands when the
last thing he remembered was being in his lion. With his bayard. Fighting Zarkon.
He has no memory of anything happening between then and opening his eyes to see
large purple hands grabbing at him. No idea of where the hell he is or how he wound
up here. Not even a clue as to how much time has passed.
Of course, he fought on realizing his situation. He wouldn’t let Galra take
him without one, no matter how lost and confused he is. But given the
circumstances he last recalls being in, he’s drained, and… there were a
lot of soldiers. Eventually, they get the better of him.
Beaten into submission, successfully restrained, he can’t pull his way out from the
tight grip of Galra hands. It’s almost like deja vu as they drag him down hallways,
and that’s about when the fear and panic start to set in. He can feel them rise in his
chest, constricting his lungs, widening his eyes. No… No, no, no, this can’t be
happening again…
Not again, he can’t handle this all again…
Despite his willing this to all just be another one of his nightmares, given it makes
about as much sense as some of them, Shiro finds himself unceremoniously shoved
into a cell. He lands on his hands and knees, the door slamming shut behind him,
and he has to suck in a sharp, shaking breath in an effort to stave off the impending
panic attack.
Then comes a voice. One that rings familiar, but he can’t quite place. Head
raising, Shiro’s eyes dart around and he swallows hard, trying to appear like
he has things together, regardless of the fact that he very much does not.
“Who– …Rolo? Is that you?”
An amused huff, made as Rolo moves to kneel beside the paladin,
placing a large hand upon his shoulder. This he then uses as a gentle
GRIP, trying to guide the other into standing up with him.
“You remember---
guess we made an impression.”
Though he knows it wasn’t entirely a GOOD one.
Although Rolo had found himself relating to Shiro in particular - considering the similarities of their past - enough to crave the man’s camaraderie, he still made the conscious to fuck him over. For that, Rolo regrets stealing the lion beyond more than just wasting their time when they could’ve been helping someone who REALLY needed it.
“Can you stand on your own? C’mon, don’t let ‘em knock you down---
I’m here to help.”
Soon as the Paladin was settled, Rolo could offer his input on possible escape methods---and maybe Shiro could provide some of his own. The two had broken out of Galra prison ships BEFORE, couldn’t be hard to do again if they worked together.
Which, despite all of Rolo’s instincts urging him TRUST NO ONE, he will ENDEAVOR to do.
This could be an opportunity to REDEEM himself.
