The next day was quiet within the Castle of Lions, it was like the entire building had taken a deep breath and released it. The adrenaline from the night before had worn off and everyone had gone their separate ways to relax.
By mid-afternoon, Keith and Allura stood in Castle Control watching as their friends' approached Arus. The ship carrying Sven, Romelle, and their children had made good time, arriving earlier than anyone had planned.
"Allura!" Romelle met her cousin on the tarmac and hugged her tightly. "It's so good to see you again! How are you?"
"I'm okay," Allura said, unconvincingly.
Romelle held her at arms' length and studied her, "What is it? What happened?"
Keith stood behind his wife as their friends disembarked. He couldn't help but notice that Erik looked terrified, but the young man looked good. His hair had grown out a bit more, his scars weren't as glaringly noticeable, and he had traded in his large glasses for smaller, more fashionable ones. He was also dressed to impress, wearing a new suit. Keith's eyes shifted to Sven who was looking at him the same way Romelle was looking at Allura. "Come on inside, we'll tell you all about it."
They entered Castle Control where a guard immediately appeared and handed Keith a printout sent from Paton, explaining that Mytch had caved and agreed to testify against Dankan and Nator. He handed it to Allura and gave the others a quick explanation of what had just happened.
"Is Tess okay?" Romelle gasped.
Allura nodded, "She's fine, she's in her room now enjoying all the attention she is receiving from Nanny."
"Can I see her?" Delora asked, worried about her cousin and close friend.
"Of course, honey," Allura smiled weakly. "I know she can't wait to show you the dress she's going to wear tomorrow."
"You're still going through vith de ball?" Sven asked.
"Yeah," Keith sighed. "No one could come up with a reason not to now that everyone who was a threat is in custody."
"And Tess was mortified at the idea that this might cause the cancellation of the ball, she insisted we go on with it," Allura added.
"But everyone is okay?" Romelle asked.
Keith nodded, "Yeah. There was one incident in town yesterday, Sky was accosted on the street and she was hurt, but…"
"Sky was hurt?" Erik interrupted.
"Yeah, but…" Keith watched him run out of the room. "It was just a scratch."
Sven shook his head, smiling, "He needs to see her. Dis being apart is killing him."
"She's fine."
"Ja, I'm sure, but he won't believe it until he sees it."
"Where are my manners," Allura gasped. "Come on, let's get you settled in. Are you hungry?"
Sky sat on the floor in her room, playing with Figment, while Cady sat at her desk painting her nails.
"Are you ready to see Erik?" The Princess asked, holding her hand out in front of her to examine her handiwork.
"No."
"He should be here any minute."
"No, not for a while yet. Your father said they wouldn't be here until almost dinner."
Cady turned and looked at her friend who was dressed in jeans and a dark shirt covered in dog hair. Her cheek was still red and raw and her hair was pulled back into a hasty ponytail. "Good, that will give you time to change and make yourself decent."
Sky stuck her tongue out and threw Figment's ball at her.
Cady squealed and shielded her face as the ball came flying at her, "Sky! Now I'm going to have to redo this hand!"
"Poor baby, should I take up a charity collection for you?"
"Just because you don't put any effort into your appearance…" Cady was cut off when a throw pillow hit her in the face. "Sky!"
Laughing, Sky stood and went to answer the knock at her door. The laughter died instantly when she came face to face with Erik. Her heart raced and heat flew to her face as they stared at each other in strained silence.
With a shaking hand, Erik gently touched her scrapped cheek.
Cady cleared her throat.
Sky broke their gaze and turned wordlessly to her friend, a look of nervous confusion crossing her face.
"I, uh, I have to go…paint my nails," Cady mumbled. "Um, it's nice seeing you, Erik, uh…just, uh, just don't do anything stupid, okay?"
"I'll try not to," he muttered.
Sky turned and picked up Figment, pulling her sneaker out of the dog's jaws. Erik watched as she moved mechanically, picking up chew toys and discarded clothes before turning to straighten her bedding.
"Sky."
"How, uh, how was your flight?" She asked nervously, not looking at him.
"It was fine."
"You're earlier than I thought. How're your parents?"
"They're fine. Yours?"
"Good. They'll, uh, they'll be here for dinner tonight, I know they want to see you guys."
"Sky."
"I wasn't expecting you this early," she continued as she threw a pair of shoes in the closet. "Sorry about the mess."
"It's not really a surprise."
She looked up at him, a hand on her hip, "What is that supposed to mean? I am not a slob."
He smiled wanly, "There you are."
"What?"
"I can't handle this tension, Sky, we need to talk."
"Then talk."
"Could you stop cleaning, please?"
With a huff, Sky sat on the end of her bed, letting the dog jump to the floor. She watched as Figment ran to Erik, her small body trembling with excitement as she barked and tried to climb his leg to greet him.
"Hey there, Figgy," he bent and petted her. "How's it going, girl?"
Figment walked around his feet, sniffing his shoes.
"You look nice," Sky said quietly.
He looked up at her, seeing her sitting primly with her ankles crossed and her hands clasped in her lap. "So do you."
She snorted and self consciously touched her hair, "Yeah, right."
"You're beautiful, Sky."
"Don't Erik."
"Don't what?"
"Don't try to charm me. I am so confused right now."
He lowered himself into her desk chair, "So am I."
"When you left, you couldn't even stand to touch me or talk to me, now, suddenly, you want to charm and woo me. What is going on Erik? What happened?"
"It wasn't you…"
"Don't tell me it wasn't me, that it was all you. That's too cliché, even for you."
"You're not going to make it easy for me, are you?"
"No."
He chuckled nervously, "I didn't expect you to. I am going to try and get this out, to explain it to you. This isn't easy for me, Sky, I really don't like talking about this, but I also know that if I don't explain it to you, I will never have the chance to make it right by you, to try and win you back. I love you, Schuyler, more than you could possibly know and I need you to know that you didn't do anything wrong. It was all me, I know it sounds cliché, but it was me, not you."
She nodded slowly, watching as he nervously played with his watchband.
Erik stood and began pacing the room. "After…after the incident, I was confused, well, no, confused doesn't seem like a strong enough word. I was really messed up. I couldn't, for the life of me, figure out what you could possibly want with me. I was…I was disfigured and handicapped. I couldn't imagine holding you back with this, I couldn't let you take care of me…you…you deserve more."
"Erik…"
"Please don't interrupt, I have to get this all out," he said, stopping in front of her window, finding it nearly impossible to face her while he explained. "You didn't do anything to make me think you felt the same way. You were wonderful, you were sweet and patient and I loved you so much it hurt and I was so afraid that you would grow to resent me and my injuries. I wanted to touch you, I wanted to be with you more than you could know, but I didn't want you to be disappointed. I was so afraid of letting you down, of…of not being able to be with you in the way that I could before, I allowed that fear to come between us. I was beating myself up, I convinced myself I wasn't worthy of you and that you felt nothing but pity. I couldn't imagine you marrying me and having a family with me. I was afraid of what our wedding pictures would look like. You would be beautiful, radiant, and I would be scarred and ruined. What if we had kids? Would our kids be ashamed of me? Would their friends be afraid of me?"
"I didn't know you even thought about stuff like that," she whispered.
"And I had convinced myself that you were thinking the same things." His voice was low and raw with emotion. "You never did or said anything to make me think that, but I had convinced myself you did. I knew you didn't want to break up with me, I knew you wanted to talk, but I was afraid to. I was afraid of what was going to be said, by both you and me. I was chicken. I just thought it would be easier to leave and better for you. Damn it, Sky, it killed me to leave you." He turned and saw her watching him with moist eyes. "I didn't want to go, but I was scared. And when I got home I was so miserable I couldn't seem to straighten myself out. I drank, I moped, I was horrible to Lora and my parents. I was lost, Sky."
She blinked and stood to go to him, "Erik…"
He touched her cheek, feeling the scratched skin, "My father decided to attack me with some tough love. If I was going to stay under their roof, I had to snap out of it. I had to start working out, building my strength and help him with his work and…"
"And what?" She whispered.
His face colored with embarrassment, "My, uh, my parents made me get help."
"Help?"
"I had to see a doctor, a psychologist. He, uh, he helped me talk through what had happened and helped me to see where my insecurities had led me and what they had cost me. When I told you that I would never look the same again, it was me, not you, who couldn't deal with that. He has helped me work through this and realize that you didn't leave me, I left you. It was my fault and I am sorry, Sunny," his voice broke. "I am so, so sorry. I don't think I could tell you just how sorry I am. I do love you, so much and I don't want to lose you. I screwed up, big time, but it wasn't your fault. You…you were just wonderful and sweet and amazing…and I was a total jackass. I know I am asking a lot of you. I know I screwed up in the past. I know I don't deserve your forgiveness, but I am hoping you will give me the chance to make it up to you. I don't really know how yet, but I will."
Sky turned away from him, wiping her cheeks with the back of her hands. She didn't know what to say or what to think. It felt as though she was being torn in half. She still loved him, madly, and she had known it the second he stepped into the room. But another part of her was terrified that he would just hurt her again. That the next time something difficult happened in their lives he would try to run.
The silence was killing him and Erik pleaded, "Say something, Sky, please."
"I didn't know," she whispered. "I didn't know you felt that way. I didn't understand why you wouldn't be with me, I was so confused and scared. I didn't care that you were injured, I just didn't know how to make you believe that. I never gave thought of our wedding pictures or what our children would think. I just want you back, the old you. I don't know what to think right now."
"I, uh, I don't expect you to forgive me, but I wanted you to know everything."
"I know this wasn't easy for you, Erik, you don't like to share your deepest feelings, you're a very private person. And accepting help from your parents or a doctor or me doesn't mean you're weak. It takes a strong person to seek out and accept help." She turned to look at him, her hands shaking as she fought to keep the tears from falling. "I do love you, Erik, and I want to forgive you, but I'm scared. How do I know you won't leave again? What if something happens to me? What if I was hurt? Would you leave me?"
"No!" He cried stepping closer. "I would never leave you. I love you."
"If it had been me, what would you do?"
"I would do everything I could to make you comfortable and happy. I would care for you and love you."
"Like I wanted to do for you," she whispered.
Erik dropped his chin to his chest, feeling his life slipping through his fingers. "I don't know what to say."
"Neither do I."
Erik turned back to the window, he felt helpless and scared that he was too late. This was all his fault and he knew it, somehow he had to make it right. He turned and watched as Sky sank onto the end of her bed, twisting her hands together. His heart broke when he heard the quiet sniffle as she used the corner of her shirt to wipe a tear away. Taking a deep breath he crossed to stand in front of her and spoke in a low voice.
"I sometimes have a queer feeling with regard to you—especially when you are near me, as now: it is as if I had a string somewhere under my left ribs, tightly and inextricably knotted to a similar string situated in the corresponding quarter of your little frame. And if that boisterous Channel, and two hundred miles or so of land come broad between us, I am afraid that cord of communion will be snapt; and then I've a nervous notion I should take to bleeding inwardly. As for you,—you'd forget me."
Sky whipped her head up to look at him, her hand pressed to her mouth.
But he waited for her to speak first and it was several agonizing moments before she found her voice.
"You read Jane Eyre."
"You always said it was your favorite book and I thought that maybe it would help me to find a way to get through to you."
"You don't like to read."
He smirked, "And that was not an easy read."
"It's not for everyone."
"It's long and, well, pretty boring. But I read that part and, I didn't understand why Rochester didn't just come out and ask her to marry him, why he had to play all these games, but what he said there summed up how I felt, how I feel. I feel like this distance between us is going to kill me and I know I put this distance there, but it was a horrible mistake."
Sky was at a complete loss for words. That was the sweetest, most thoughtful thing he had ever done for her and it nearly broke her. "Erik?"
He slowly raised his eyes to hers.
"Will you let me help you?"
He hesitated a moment before nodding.
She stepped closer to him, "Will you trust me?"
"I do trust you, Sky."
With trembling hands, she reached up and gently removed his glasses, "You can't be afraid of me, Erik, if you want us to work this out, you can't be afraid to talk to me about everything. You have to be able to really trust me."
"I know."
Her heart leapt into her throat when she realized that she had forgiven him and that she was more than willing to give him another shot.
Erik framed her face with his hands and wiped away her tears with his thumbs, "I swear to you, Sunny, I will spend the rest of my life making this up to you. I trust you and I believe in you."
She stared into his eyes, seeing the remorse, the guilt, and the love reflected there. "I know you will."
He lowered his forehead to rest against hers, a tear escaped from his eye and for the first time in his life, he wasn't embarrassed. He didn't feel weak or ashamed to be crying in front of her, he felt relieved.
Sky slid her arms around his neck and buried her face in the crook of his neck, "I've missed you so much."
More tears fell as he pressed his face into her hair, "Not nearly as much as I've missed you."
"What are you doing?" Tristan asked, finding Cady outside Sky's door.
"Erik's in there."
"Are you eavesdropping?"
"I wish," she sighed and crossed her arms. "They're being too quiet. I was sure Sky would have yelled a couple of things by now."
Rolling his eyes, he took her arm and pulled her into his room, "They need some time alone to work this out."
"You think they will?"
"If Sky will forgive him."
Cady nodded and paced his room, "I don't know how long I can wait. I'm dying to know what's happening."
He winked at her, "Maybe I can help you take your mind of things."
Oblivious to his flirting, Cady twirled her hair around her finger, "I wonder if he'll move back here."
Tristan wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her back against him, "If he wants to make it work, he will."
"What are you doing?"
"Distracting you."
"Oh, okay, then," she tilted her head as he pressed his lips to her neck.
He chuckled and twirled her around, "You ready for tomorrow night?"
"Yup," she slid her hands up his chest and around his neck. "Your family should be here tomorrow morning, have you heard from them since they left."
"Uh, no."
"Tristan."
He smiled sweetly, "Well, honey, my mother doesn't like to travel and, well, she tends to bitch and whine."
Cady gasped, "Tristan! That's awful! You can't say that about your mother!"
"I just did."
She raised an eyebrow.
Wrapping his arms around her waist, he pulled her close, "I had the guards tell her I was unavailable to talk if she called while in flight to here."
"I cannot believe you did that!"
"Okay, if she calls tonight you can talk to her," he said, turning around so her back was to the bed. He raised the pitch of his voice in his best imitation of his mother, "Tristan, darling, the flight is so long! Tristan, darling, there was too much turbulence, your father wouldn't get a smoother ship! Tristan, darling, the pilot was wearing a wrinkled shirt!"
Cady giggled, "You're kidding me."
"I wish I was."
"What are you going to say when she gets here?"
"Sorry I was busy," he said, walking her back until her legs hit the edge of the bed.
"Tristan?"
"What?"
"If I move any further back, I'm going to be sprawled out on your bed."
"Huh, what do you know? You're right." He grinned at her and gave her shoulders a quick shove so she fell back across the bed.
Cady leaned back on her elbows and gave him a sultry look, "Well, now you have me on your bed, what are you going to do?"
Tristan crawled over the bed and stretched out beside her, his hand slipping under the hem of her shirt, "I have some ideas."
She leaned over and kissed him, allowing him to wrap his arms around her and pull her on top of him. Lifting her head, Cady smiled down at him, "You're going to be my husband."
"Yes I am."
She traced his features with her fingertip, "You're very handsome."
"Why, thank you."
"And I love you, very much."
He smiled, rubbing the back of his fingers over her cheek, "I love you too, Cady."
She laid her head down on his chest, "I wonder how Sky is doing."
"Oh come on, I thought I had you properly distracted."
Cady giggled, "It takes more than a pretty face to distract me."
Tristan rolled over, pinning her beneath him, "Then I guess I'll have to do more."
Sky sat on the floor, her back against her bed. Erik sat beside her. They weren't touching, but had been talking for over an hour. Tears had been shed and understandings reached. Erik opened up completely, unable to stop the blush the colored his cheeks. He felt foolish, embarrassed and free. Sky didn't pass judgment on him and the poor choices he had made, she didn't try to lecture or put him down. She understood him. And he fell even more in love with her.
She tugged half-heartedly at the rope Figment held. "You know I love you, Erik, and my life has been empty without you. But you also have to know that I can't just pretend nothing happened. I can't just welcome you back with open arms and an open bed."
"I know," he replied quietly, running his hand over the carpet, avoiding her gaze.
"And I can't stand by and watch you wallowing in self pity. You have to do something with your life, you have to have a purpose."
"I spoke to Keith."
"What?"
He looked up at her, "I talked to Keith last week, he offered me a position working with the cadets and helping in any way I was needed in a teaching or consulting position."
"You're coming back to Arus?"
Erik nodded.
"But what about the doctor you've been seeing?"
"Dr. Larson said I've been making great progress and he said we can cut back our sessions to once a week. I could go home every weekend until he decides I've become well enough to cut back to sessions over the phone."
"Do…do you feel you're well enough for that."
"Yes."
She looked down at Figment who was growling and pulling on the rope, "You're sure?"
"The best way for me to get better is to get back to doing what I enjoy and I want to be here, helping with Voltron, working with you guys, being with my friends, and being with you. And I've been looking into reconstructive surgery. I'm going to have some more done, try and correct some more of the damage to my face."
"What are you going to have done?"
"There's a procedure they can do now that will smooth out scars, at least diminish them and I've been talking with an ocular specialist who has been experimenting with sight loss. He thinks he might be able to help me."
"H-how dangerous are these procedures?"
"The skin procedure is not dangerous at all, the worst that could happen is that nothing changes. As for the eye surgery," he shrugged, "the best outcome is that I can see again, the worst is that I can't. But I have to try something."
Sky slid her left hand across the carpet and covered his. He hesitated a moment before turning it over and lacing his fingers through hers, bringing her hand up to press a kiss to it.
"It's in my dresser drawer," she quietly answered the question he hadn't asked.
Erik rubbed his thumb over her bare fingers, "I was afraid you would have thrown it out."
"I was tempted to, a couple of times."
When he spoke again his voice trembled slightly, "Will you wear it again?"
"Eventually."
He swallowed hard and gathered his courage to look at her.
"I need time, Erik, and so do you. I don't think either one of us is ready for that strong a commitment just yet. We both have some healing to do."
"I know you're right, but…"
"But?" She prompted gently.
"I want to see you wearing my ring again."
"You're going to have to work for it then."
He nodded, "You're one tough chick, you know that?"
She raised an eyebrow, "Did you expect any less?"
For the first time in months, a smile crossed Erik's face. Sky's heart skipped beat as she looked at him, seeing the first real sign of the old Erik in a long time had tears springing to her eyes and hope bubbling inside her.
"Can I kiss you?" He whispered.
"I wish you would," she replied quietly, leaning close.
Erik closed the distance between them, capturing her mouth in a sweet, innocent kiss. She sighed against his mouth, feeling a moment of contentment at this small gesture of his feelings.
Sky swore under her breath as her communicator beeped, "Collier."
Keith raised his eyebrows in surprise at the tone she took, "Sky, Paton is coming up to the castle with a report, I thought you might like to join us to hear what she has to say. Ten minutes, conference room."
"Oh, yes, sir, I'll be right there." She snapped it shut. "Paton's coming up to tell us what all she's found. Do you want to sit in on the meeting?"
"Yeah, if I'm going to be coming back, I should know what I'm getting myself into."
Sky pushed herself up and offered him a hand, "A few things have changed."
"How's Declan doing?"
"He's doing well. He knows what he's doing, he just needs the self-confidence to back it up. But, with time, he is going to be incredible."
"It was always his destiny, to lead Voltron," Erik said wistfully.
Sky squeezed his hand, "You were an amazing leader, but your destiny lies elsewhere."
He smiled at her, "It lies with you."
She whimpered quietly, "That's not fair, Erik, you can't go and say stuff like that, it makes me want to forget everything I said and jump you."
He laughed, a wonderful sound she hadn't heard in a long time. "Don't worry, Sunny, I won't let you take advantage of me."
She snorted, "Yeah, right, you're begging me to take advantage of you."
"I don't beg, I ask nicely, and you were always willing."
Sky threw her head back and laughed, "I've missed you, so much Erik."
Declan and Gideon had to go find more chairs as the conference room filled up. Allura sat at the head of the table with Keith sitting to her right. Around the table crowded Lance, Hunk, Pidge, Sven, Romelle, Cady, Tristan, Erik, Sky, Declan, Gideon, Brina, Darcy, and Becca.
Sky had caught her friend's eye when Cady walked in. Wordlessly, Cady raised both eyebrows and Sky responded with a small smile. Letting out a sigh of relief, the Princess took her seat beside her mother.
Lance looked from Erik to Sky and back again. Darcy had lectured him sternly about not getting involved. But if that boy thought he could just waltz back in here and disrupt his little girl's life again, he had another thing coming.
"Paton should be here shortly," Keith said. "She was on her way when she got a phone call."
"Is everything all right?" Declan asked.
"She said she had enough for a preliminary report and to press charges, but I told her to hold off on telling me until she got here."
"Do we know what charges are going to be pressed?" Gideon asked.
"Not yet, she'll explain it when she gets here."
"Sorry, sorry," Paton breezed through the door, a folder in hand. "I was held up, but it was definitely for a good reason."
Hunk stood and held out the chair beside him for his wife. With a tired smile she sank gratefully into the seat and opened the folder, spreading the contents on the table in front of her.
"No problem," Keith said unconvincingly. "What have you found out?"
"Well, we've found that Nator, the girlfriend, was actually the ringleader," she began, flipping through the pages. "It was her idea to find a way to seek revenge on the royal family, something to try and make you repeal the new laws. Mytch was started going to the house a while back, while he was still on the brigade, and we believe that was when he started to turn against the royal family."
"Wait a minute," Lance interrupted. "Are you telling me that there is a possibility that Martyn was up in one of our planes, high?"
Paton nodded slowly, "He won't admit to it, but that is a distinct possibility. When he was let go, he fell into this group even more, actually staying at the house a few nights, getting in deeper and becoming closer to Nator and Dankan. When Nator brought up her idea of getting back at you guys for the new laws, he spoke up, saying that his brother was friends with Tess. He used a computer Dankan had at the house to hack into Kasen's account and send the email to Tess."
"Did, uh, did they say what they were planning to do with her?" Keith asked.
"Mytch swears that they were just going to hold her for ransom, in exchange for you repealing the laws. He didn't want her hurt and he said he had no part in getting her high."
Allura's eyes widened, "She was just inhaling secondhand smoke, wasn't she?"
"Mytch said Dankan was blowing smoke directly in her face and tried to force a pipe on her. He claims Dankan was trying to get her high for the fun of it."
Keith swore under his breath.
"We're charging Dankan and Nator with kidnapping, conspiracy, and possessing and selling an illegal substance. Because he is testifying against them, Mytch is only going to charged as an accessory and possessing an illegal substance. He will most likely serve time."
"What about the others at the house?" Sky asked, thinking about the man who had come on to her.
"Most of them are underage. They will undergo mandatory rehab and go on probation for a year. This will go on all their permanent records. There were a few, close friends of Nator and Dankan that Mytch named, they will most likely be charged with possessing and selling."
"I think we should start random testing of the brigade pilots, soldiers, and guards," Allura said quietly. "If Mytch was able to hide his drug use we don't know who else is."
Lance nodded in agreement, angry that one of his men could lie to him like that.
"I'll work on that," Becca said. "Just let me know what the legal factors are so I can find the right kind of test."
Paton nodded, "I'll have my men look into that. Now, the letters we found, that we believe were from Vinn, I sent copies to the warden on Zettle, she was the call I received before I came here. She agrees that we have enough evidence to indict him and she also believes this is enough to move him to a maximum security facility, far away from here. She's thinking as far away as Larinca."
"That's a three and a half day trip from here," Pidge said.
"Yup, and it's far from any densely populated planet," Paton added. "It is the most secure Garrison prison outpost, and the strictest. We think we've cracked the code he used in his letters and they are going to be even stricter with correspondence at Larinca."
"How soon will they be moving him?" Keith asked.
"The warden said she hopes to have him moved within two weeks."
"That's good news," he said, looking around the table. "You have all done an amazing job. Tess is home and safe because of your teamwork."
"Paton, we really appreciate your attention to this situation as well," Allura added. "Thank you for everything."
"My pleasure," Paton smiled as she replaced all the papers into the folder and slid it down the table. "This is your copy of the report."
"So, what happens now?" Brina asked.
"Now we get ready for the ball tomorrow," Keith said, picking up the folder. "We will continue with your training and helping the police force as they ask for it. But with Vinn being moved and the ringleaders of this whole drug fiasco are behind bars, I'm hoping things will get better."
"They will," Allura said decidedly. "Everyone is safe and sound, we have this beautiful ball tomorrow night where we have the honor of announcing our daughter's engagement, and our family is all here, altogether again for the first time in ages. Things can only get better."
AN: Whoa, okay, one more story done. I was tempted to write an epilogue, or one last chapter all about the ball. I don't know, I might, just for fun.
Thank you all for the amazing reviews. Okay, maybe I shouldn't have said this was my last Voltron fic. Who knows, there might be more, I have grown rather attached to all these characters. Maybe I am just taking a break for a little while.
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