To Keith
Date: 05/02/18
Words: 352
My dearest, Keith
I really hope this doesn’t get in your hands. Specially if you’re near someone smarter than you who might understand what I just wrote. Anyways, I’m writing this as a way to cope with what’s happening right now. You see, I got separated from the team days (weeks?) ago. It was a simple diplomatic mission, or so we thought. I had a bad feeling, but when does anyone ever listen to me? The dumb boy from Cuba. So Allura sent me here (alone because everyone was busy and the Castle can’t handle this part of the universe), I was attacked and kidnapped by the Galra, and they played doctor with me, and long story short, now I can’t go back to Red and I have a sick pair of wings.
Long month.
Don’t really want to talk about it.
In another news, I might have joined a rebellion. And I might have turned it into a revolution. And I might be teaching aliens how to sing Hamilton.
Man, you should see them now. I filled them with so much hope, Keith. So much hope. And that’s why I think I’ll stick around for a bit. You probably are thinking that I should go back to the team as soon as possible, but you don’t see them. You don’t see how much they need someone to give them hope, to tell them they have the right to see the next day. I want to help. I want to be here for them.
Besides, the team will do just fine without me. They probably won’t even feel my absence, but the lacking Lion might be a problem. Red won’t go without me, though, no matter how much I tell her she should go back. I mean, I even left the bayard with her!
But part of me, a selfish part of me, can’t help but be really happy. It feels good to be appreciated, you know?
I need to go now, me and my friends (oh, boy, I’ll tell you all about them later) are going to the mall.
Later, Samurai.
