Imagine that you feel weird all the time. You survived and you just want to be a paladin again, but you worry there might be something wrong with you. You have PTSD and anxiety, yes, but you know what that feels like and this is a new breed. This constant feeling begins to make you paranoid. You have spent your life valuing calmness, patience, and strength, but as the days pass after your second time escaping life as a POW, and you feel less and less like yourself, you begin to grow frustrated, tired, and irritable. You start to question your sanity, your motivations, your decisions. And then... then, the team goofball starts questioning your decisions too. It's always been important to you to listen to your team, and you value Lance, you do, but something about Lance's constant input on your plans digs at your patience. Your memories tell you that Lance was Keith's right hand man, but that doesn't make him yours. Right? Or maybe it's because, quite often, when he's challenging your judgement, you have this nagging feeling that he might be right. But equally as often, there's a louder voice in your mind urging you not to listen. Your intuition won't let you take Lance's advice, and he won't take the hint, but he won't stop. He just won't stop talking. Why can't Lance just stop talking. You just want to be a paladin. That's what you were made to be, but Lance won't stop talking, and every word pokes a hole in your world. You just want to be a paladin. You want to be a paladin, and Lance is in your way.