alteaheir:
Out of respect for the celebration underway, Allura refrained from souring the mood further by causing a scene. Whilst she had ordered Lotor to keep his distance, his action remained helpful, even if she did suspect it was but one of the many ruses he’d use in attempt to slither his way back onto her good side. Still, the pang of sympathy she oft felt when dwelling too long on his miseries resurfaced.
To never have known any real era of peace, to have been born to a people steeped in bloodshed and violence, it was an incredibly unfortunate fate. A smile ( albeit melancholic ) blossomed back onto her lips as memories of Altea trickled to the forefront of her thoughts, of the beautiful, harmonious planet it had once been. As always, the recollections are bittersweet and it reflected in the strain of her voice as she replied.
❝Yes, we had many celebrations like this on Altea. The people would gather together and feast, partaking in games and song sometimes, though it was…something less of a ruckus than all of this.❞ A hand ascended to stifle a quiet laugh, quickly steeling herself again once his head dropped before her.
❝I have no power to strip you of your heritage Lotor, nor do I need or require your servitude. You are a Prince, just as Zarkon was an Emperor, worthiness of the title plays no part.❞
❝My mind has not changed and you will stay far away from me, however…I also hope you can enjoy the rest of the night’s festivities, honour the part of you that is still Altean.❞
“Words have power you know. A fine diplomat like yourself must know that already, I make no intention to lecture you.” He could always restrain himself with manners, yet though he spoke in his normal gentle, polite, distant voice suddenly his colorless brows were arching and his lips pulling tight to reveal fangs on either side of his mouth. “You already said so. I am just like my father. In fact you did it again. Doesn’t that strip me of my altean heritage already? Well, you’re right of course. I am nothing but what the Galra made me into.”
Lotor was restraining himself so much that he was shaking. Of course someone like himself deserved it, to have every part of him denied so thoroughly. If he had been better he would have come up with a better strategy, a way to win without sacrifice. A long time ago when he made that first colony, if he had truly been a good person, a hero, he would have saved them. Then suddenly the shaking stopped, his protrudingfangs were shown as he quirked his lips into a small smile.
“Of course that means someone like me has no place here. A pity. I just thought it was sad that you were all alone princess. Only people like me deserve to be alone.”
Betrayed by everyone. Betraying everyone. Stepped on over and over again. Willing to step on others. Mourning the cruelty that had been done to him. Going on to do the exact same cruelty to others. Knowing he was no better than the people who made him this way, and yet having the pride to pity himself. No wonder he had fallen, his pride had built him up so high.
He really thought he was someone special, someone worthy of surviving. This too was just justification though, this too another act. Accepting who he was, accepting that he was a monster unworthy of altean blood, that was just his own laziness for not wanting to try to be better.
The fireworks that were starting to set off around him just sounded like the noises of violence he had been raised around all his life. The brilliant lights breaking apart and dazzling, they just looked like the planets he had seen smashed to pieces. There was nothing beautiful in this festival, except for the girl he was looking at right now.
So it was better he stepped away, he was unworthy of anything beautiful. He would ruin it. No, enough of the self pity, he had already ruined it that was the fact.
“Ah, but even if you and I were the last two people in this whole festival you still wouldn’t want to enjoy it with me, right? So there’s nothing I can do to help you there.”
