[Lance doesn't seem to register the question at first, once again dissociating as the memory continues to ramp up again, his memory self tries to get Allura to understand they need to run. To get away. He fights off more clickers and Allura yells and cries nonsense in Altean. He pulls out of it enough to answer her while his memory self is fighting off more lickers, quite impressively using the sword to do so.]
...N-no. I don't know.
[The memory will reach that point anyway. It's all out of order and confusing, and sometimes he thinks he sees Reaper lurking in the shadows too, but it's not him. Where was Reaper again? Not here... but he remembers him somewhere. Memory Lance panics and starts to really break with reality even more as he starts up his jet packs to get to the stars in the rocks of the tunnel. He sees the constellation Centaurus and thinks he can take them home...
Eventually, the end of Allura's life is nigh. To Lance it's all blur, he keeps checking in and out of the memory as it gets closer to that moment and he's shaking, hyperventilating. Unconsciously, he steps out into the tunnel as memory Lance and Allura press into their own crevice right by where Lance and Luz are. They are clearly visible and memory Lance is checking Allura over. She fell and he's pulled her up against the wall, she's saying no over and over again. Memory Lance's head jerks to the side and addresses the voices he's hearing to the right, "Shut up."
Then he turns to Allura where she's frantically swiping at blood on her hand, "Allura, it's okay. It's blood, it won't hurt you."
Lance has pulled his armor off earlier in the memory to use his shirt to tourniquet her arm, now as she mumbles in Altean, he seems to make up his mind on something. He starts pulling his Voltron armor back on over his torso, "Allura, I'm gonna get you out of here, okay? Okay. Wasting time, we're wasting time- Shhh!" He strikes the side of his helmet several times, like trying to get a sound to stop. Then he picks her up bridal style to start running down the tunnels. In a daze, current Lance who is shaking as he watches, goes to follow.]
I... I thought she was... going to die. Forever. [Again, he sounds far away, not connected with himself or the moment.]
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...N-no. I don't know.
[The memory will reach that point anyway. It's all out of order and confusing, and sometimes he thinks he sees Reaper lurking in the shadows too, but it's not him. Where was Reaper again? Not here... but he remembers him somewhere. Memory Lance panics and starts to really break with reality even more as he starts up his jet packs to get to the stars in the rocks of the tunnel. He sees the constellation Centaurus and thinks he can take them home...
Eventually, the end of Allura's life is nigh. To Lance it's all blur, he keeps checking in and out of the memory as it gets closer to that moment and he's shaking, hyperventilating. Unconsciously, he steps out into the tunnel as memory Lance and Allura press into their own crevice right by where Lance and Luz are. They are clearly visible and memory Lance is checking Allura over. She fell and he's pulled her up against the wall, she's saying no over and over again. Memory Lance's head jerks to the side and addresses the voices he's hearing to the right, "Shut up."
Then he turns to Allura where she's frantically swiping at blood on her hand, "Allura, it's okay. It's blood, it won't hurt you."
Lance has pulled his armor off earlier in the memory to use his shirt to tourniquet her arm, now as she mumbles in Altean, he seems to make up his mind on something. He starts pulling his Voltron armor back on over his torso, "Allura, I'm gonna get you out of here, okay? Okay. Wasting time, we're wasting time- Shhh!" He strikes the side of his helmet several times, like trying to get a sound to stop. Then he picks her up bridal style to start running down the tunnels. In a daze, current Lance who is shaking as he watches, goes to follow.]
I... I thought she was... going to die. Forever. [Again, he sounds far away, not connected with himself or the moment.]