Hey. Everybody gonna hate me 4 this, but was big they do Take his eyes, bit the team replace with these robots ones. While they do help lance feel like he lost a part of home
Lance steps out of his shower gingerly, habit making him tense up in anticipation of pain despite the healing pod sweeping away all evidence of his time at the druids’ hands.
A heavy curtain of fog covers the mirror from the heat of his shower. Too much time spent under the spray trying to scrub away the feel of Galra instruments, needles in his skin, druid claws… Lance shivers. Even through the layer of mist, he can pick out two dots of blue light in his smothered reflection.
Lance wraps a towel around his waist shakily, the fluffy material clenched between trembling fingers. This is better, better than the horrifying blackness. The not-knowing, the un-seeing. The team did the best they could replacing what the druids stole. He should be grateful.
Steeling himself, Lance swipes a palm across the mirror to clear away the fog over his reflection’s face. The sharp glow still takes him by surprise. He wonders if he’ll ever get used to the digital neon staring out from his otherwise familiar face. Will he eventually forget what his reflection used to look like back on Earth? He certainly doesn’t have any pictures from home to compare…
The homesickness is familiar in a way his reflection no longer is. He has no photos of home, of his family. All Lance has are memories, and one in particular floats to mind as he stares into his artificial optics. His abuela smiling up at him as his father digs around for the camera after dinner.
“Oh Lance. You really do have your mother’s eyes.”