Both think they're either dead or dreaming, Allura knows all, and Keith can't look Lance in the eye. Not to mention, Maor is strange and the Lions can't handle anything right. Disaster hasn't been so evident.
This chapter was a royal shit to write; I had Inktober, the SAT, and the horrors of high school in the same two months, and I was never satisfied with it. I'll go through and edit it in the next few days, but for now, here it is, split into two chapters for your reading convenience!
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