"Fuck-" Another blast came from behind him, skimming his shoulder as he attempted to dodge. His efforts were in vain, more soldiers came pouring through the hallway. The body of his fallen comrade (Aallotar, was it?) getting trampled by the enemy.

His mask started to glitch out, most likely damaged from a hit to his head, he only had a few seconds before it completely went out. He ducked under another blast, the top of his hood getting burned in the process, which was a shame. He didn't like having to ask the Blades for things, and now that his hood got burned (in battle, might he add), they were going to baby him even more now.

An explosion rocked the ship, more shouts came from the corridor to his left. He knew it wasn't the Blades, their a stealth organization (he isn't the best at stealth, but he is improving), they wouldn't pull something as risky as that. That left the only other option, Voltron. The idea made him wince, Keith shook the thought off and dove back into battle.

If he were lucky, he would be able to take care of the remaining Galra and leave before the Paladins reached him. Black hair moved along with the body, splaying out onto the ground when he got pinned by a larger soilder (why were they all so fucking big? Is this what Pidge felt like standing next to all of them?).

Footsteps came from the left, they were fast, and familiar. They were Shiro's footsteps, he still knew the sound despite not hearing them for months. The larger being was thrown off him, being pinned by the Black Paladin. Allura came in as well, followed by Pidge, they went over to assist Shiro, wading through the unconscious (or dead, he didn't care which, what he did care about is the fact the only Galra still conscious is fighting Shiro. Did he manage to do that? He didn't remember it.)

Keith sat up, ignoring the sting that came when he put weight on his arm in favor of touching the back of his head. It stung, and his gloved hand came back tinged with red (it just looked darker, really, red doesn't really show on black clothing - he knew from expierence), slightly worrying but he opted to ignore the fact.
"Keith," fuck he missed Shiro, and his voice. He had a nice voice, it was calming. "Can you stand?" He thought he was standing, a quick glance at his legs told him he wasn't. Huh, strange. He's just a bit out of it, that's what he rationalized.

Fingers snapped in his face, his eyes focused on them. A small what escaped his lips as he looked up at Pidge. "Shiro asked if you can stand, and I asked if you were okay. You have some injuries as well, let's get him to the Castle of Lions." She told the last part to Allura and Shiro, who both nodded in response and moved towards him.

The larger Galra was down, but he still managed to botch his mission. Keith pushed the smaller away from him, shaking his head as he stood up. "I'm fine, don't waste your time on me." He began walking towards the right corridor - he came through that way before the mission went south

He was going slower than he wanted, not enough to be noticeable by the others (that's what he hoped for, at least), but enough to some-what annoy him. "Keith, I don't think you should be moving around in your state, you should-"

"I'm sorry Princess" He turned around, only slightly, just enough so he could make eye-contact with the Altean (his mask broke, when did it break?) "But I'm not part of Voltron anymore, I would appreciate it if you let me being useful in fighting the fuckin' war." His tone was bitter, and he felt bad when his eyes drifted towards Shiro.

He wanted to go with them, he did. But if he did, there would be one to many paladins, and Voltron didn't need him.

Not anymore

He knocked on the looming door in front of him, a muffled response of come in was all he heard before the door opened with a faint swish. "Kit? Do you need something?" Kolivan sounded so sincere and fatherlike it kind of pained him. Keith looked towards the floor, fiddling with his hands.

"I, uh- I need a new suit"