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Voltron and crew belong to WEP, the others belong to me.

Cassandra Montgomery pounded on the metal door outside Lance and Dorma's quarters. "Open this door or by God I'll open it for you!" She shouted.

The doors slid open, and Dorma stood framed in the doorway. "Cassandra."

"I know he's in here, I want to see him." Cass tried to push by her.

Dorma blocked her path. "He is resting and does not wish to be disturbed."

Cassandra frowned. "I don't care. He's my son and I want to see him, now step aside."

"No."

"How dare you! Who do you think you are?" Cass exploded.

"I am doing what is best for Keith. He needs rest and quiet, not to be ogled by everyone reassuring themselves he is alive." Dorma replied coldly.

Cass narrowed her eyes. "You will not keep me from my son."

"I am not trying to. Please Cassandra, he needs to rest. You may see him later. I already told Allura and Jeff the same when they tried to visit." Dorma replied.

"You bitch!" Cass tried to push herself past, but Dorma held her back. "It's your fault he's hurt in the first place! You bloody Druhles and your stupid war!"

"Cassandra…"

"Don't you patronize me Lady Dorma, you and your people ruined my life! I was imprisoned on one of your slave planets for fifteen years! My son had to grow up thinking his family was dead! And now, you've taken away his son, his friends, and most likely his career!" Cass's voice grew shrill.

Dorma interrupted her. "Before you continue, let us not forget that my people are not the only ones involved in this conflict."

"Yes, but you don't want to end it, at least until your brother rules the universe!"

Dorma's face flushed scarlet, and her violet eyes flashed. "Yes, Cassandra, that is exactly what Hazar wants, control of the universe." She pushed forward until she stood nose to nose with Keith's mother. "But first, let us discuss the assassination team your people sent in that killed my brother's wife and their two children. Or the group of human sympathizers that murdered my parents and thrust my brother into this war in the first place." Cassandra backed up at Dorma's icy tone. "Now, as I was saying, Keith is resting. You may see him later." She shut the door in Cass's face.

Dorma paced the length of the room, her body quivering in anger. "Dolledi hasket neeyj vetlaer zesketa!"

"Dorma?"

Dorma whirled around, startled. Keith stood in the doorway of Troi's bedroom. "My Druhle is a bit rusty, but did you just call my mother a—"

"You were not meant to hear that cochova." Dorma blushed.

Keith smiled wanly and walked over to the couch. "What were you two arguing about?"

Dorma sighed and sat down across from him. "She wanted to see you, and I knew you were resting."

"She throw the old 'You Druhles ruined my life!' speech at you?"

Dorma smiled. "You have heard it before."

Keith nodded. "I get it once in a while." He sighed. "I'm sorry Dorma. I'll go find her and make her apologize."

Dorma smiled at him. "None are needed Keith. As Lance says, 'I have thick skin.' She is frightened. First over your father, then you. She needed some one to lash out at, and I happened to be that person."

"Still, that doesn't give her the right to say those things." He grew quiet. "Dorma? What you said, about Hazar's family. Is that true?" Dorma avoided his gaze. "Is it true?" Keith asked again.

She nodded. "It happened a long time ago. He has never really gotten over it."

"I figured something must have happened in his past to keep him so distant from everyone. Even you."

"He has a hard time trusting people. He keeps people at a distance so that they will not become targets."

Keith got up and paced the room, stopping in front of the window. "I know how he feels." He said softly.

Dorma walked over and placed her hand on his arm. "You are in pain."

Keith shrugged. "Some."

"Let me help you." She reached up and placed her hands on his head, but he shook them away.

"No Dorma, there's nothing you can do." Keith sighed and faced her. The bruises on his face stood out starkly against his pale features. He had taken off the eye patch, and his chocolate eyes bored into hers. "There's something wrong, something the doctors aren't telling me."

"What makes you say that?"

Keith shrugged. "I don't know. Just a feeling I have. God, I sound like Lance." He sighed and turned back to the window, looking at the mountain range in the distance. "I don't feel…right. There's pain, but I can't pinpoint where it is. I'm hungry, but don't feel like eating anything. I've been sleeping for almost a day now, and I'm just as exhausted as I was before I laid down."

"Cochova, you have been through a terrible trauma. Both physical and mental. The hurts inflicted on you will not be healed in a day or two." Dorma said softly.

Keith sighed again. "Maybe you're right Dorma. I'm going back to bed. If anyone else comes looking for me…"

She smiled. "I will not let them bother you. Rest cochova." Without another word, Keith went back into the bedroom and closed the door behind him.

Dorma watched him leave, then sat down on the couch, laying her head across her arms, sobbing silently.