[Shiro's POV]
I can't believe I'm back here.
A galra guard dumps me on the cold floor of my cell. He and his buddy laugh, edging me on, kicking me, hitting me, spitting on me. I can't hear what they are saying, I doubt I would even care. All that matters to me is who I was. Who I am now no longer matters. I was the black paladin. I was the black lion. Now I am worthless.
How long have I been here? A day? A month? No matter how long I've been here, they haven't come. They haven't searched for me.
Maybe they're dead.
I miss Pidge, that's all I can think. I miss Pidge more than I miss all the flowers and sunsets on Earth. Their smile could light up the sky brighter than any sun. Now I have no sun.
And they haven't come to find me.
I should have known I was replaceable. They have surely forgotten me by know. I would know if they had come to look. I would have known.
My memories are jumbled and I know this is only the fault of Haggard. All my good memories were replaced with terrible ones. I know they aren't real, this I'm aware of. But should I think of anyone else other than Pidge, my heart fills with anger of what they supposedly did to me. I'm not safe to be around. No wonder they haven't come for me.
The smell of the stale air engulfs my senses, only bringing back the most suppressed memories from my previous imprisonment.
No wonder they haven't come. No one wants a broken solider. Not even a broken team.