Matt slowly walked up to the figure curled in on itself.

"Pidge?" He asked softly. "Are you ok?"

"No."

"I thought you'd be happier. I mean we haven't seen each other in such a long time..."

Pidge snorted.

"You think I'm happy? I'm not happy Matt. I feel betrayed, pissed. But no, not happy. You're. Supposed. To. Be. Dead. I SAW you die, remember?"

"I had to do that, you know I did-"

"AND TO MAKE MATTERS WORSE" Pidge exploded suddenly, cutting Matt off, "Shiro knew. He knew you were alive and he didn't say a damn thing. He just let me crawl in bed with him, night after night, crying, grieving my older brother for a second time. It was supposed to be different. You were supposed to make it out of that work camp, alive and well. We were supposed to spend the next however long saving the galaxy together, and then we were going to go home and live out the rest of our days with mom, on Earth. That stupid explosion wasn't supposed to happen and you weren't supposed to die. But I'd finally started making my peace with it and then you show up out of nowhere and I'm supposed to be happy? Matt, a part of me hates you. And I don't think that part will ever change."