[He doesn't answer right away, just staring off into the middle distance, unfocused as the sounds of his conversation with Moira get more and more distorted to his ears. He's in the memory, but simultaneously, flashes of what happened later hit him in his mind's eye, out of order. Not just in the next minutes or hour, but the next days.
He remembers a flash of Allura thanking him after she revived, and then a flash of Moira injecting him with something. Then Reaper and the Red Lion. His breath sucks in sharp and his eyes shut and then open and the present moment is back in focus.]
Most of it… [His voice is hoarse and less detached and his hand comes up to cover his eyes.] Everything.
[By the time he came out of his haze, the conversation has gone on to the point where Moira is explaining he has to mercy kill her. He is still and quiet, his hand covering his eyes as he listens to the logic he knows now in hindsight but he… clearly did not at the time. His memory self is visibly broken, unhinged and panicked and not understanding basic reality, calls her a liar.
"What? …Shut up, shut up, shut up! You want her to die. You're LYING!"
"I've no reason to lie to you. I don't want anyone to die. Lance, I am telling you the best advice I have for your current situation. Do not make her suffer because of your morality."
"No, no nonono. [He's not even talking to her anymore.] You're right... this's all my fault. I gotta fix it. Shut up!"
There's a screech of lickers down the tunnel and it's clear memory Lance hears them, "I-I'm wasting time."
And the call is ended, he goes back to trying to deal with Allura and the oncoming lickers. Present day Lance is back to detaching himself and he watches in a daze, thinking about that call and the order of the flashes of memories he had earlier. He sounds far away as he mutters.]
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He remembers a flash of Allura thanking him after she revived, and then a flash of Moira injecting him with something. Then Reaper and the Red Lion. His breath sucks in sharp and his eyes shut and then open and the present moment is back in focus.]
Most of it… [His voice is hoarse and less detached and his hand comes up to cover his eyes.] Everything.
[By the time he came out of his haze, the conversation has gone on to the point where Moira is explaining he has to mercy kill her. He is still and quiet, his hand covering his eyes as he listens to the logic he knows now in hindsight but he… clearly did not at the time. His memory self is visibly broken, unhinged and panicked and not understanding basic reality, calls her a liar.
"What? …Shut up, shut up, shut up! You want her to die. You're LYING!"
"I've no reason to lie to you. I don't want anyone to die. Lance, I am telling you the best advice I have for your current situation. Do not make her suffer because of your morality."
"No, no nonono. [He's not even talking to her anymore.] You're right... this's all my fault. I gotta fix it. Shut up!"
There's a screech of lickers down the tunnel and it's clear memory Lance hears them, "I-I'm wasting time."
And the call is ended, he goes back to trying to deal with Allura and the oncoming lickers. Present day Lance is back to detaching himself and he watches in a daze, thinking about that call and the order of the flashes of memories he had earlier. He sounds far away as he mutters.]
…She sent… Reaper to help me.