Shiro was staring at Lance in horror.
'Why?' he thought as he stared at the lifeless body, not daring to speak.
'Why?' his mind questioned, knowing it won't be answered.
"WHY?!" he shouted, angry and broken, a part of him breaking, dying when Lance did.
"WHY!?" he screamed at the Galra, at the universe, asking them why they take him, take Lance, away from them.
"Why?" he whispered in despair, wondering what he had done wrong to deserve this, wondering if he will lose everything he cared about, taken forcefully away from him.
"Why not?" a voice answered, cheeky and full of mischief, reminding him of a child giggling in glee.
Before Xerox could react, all four sentries he had brought along with him were shot down, leaving the remaining paladins unguarded.
Shocked and confused, he didn't even notice the presence skulking behind him until it was too late. The last thing he saw before he went unconscious, was the sight of a grinning Blue Paladin, back from the dead.