Living in a desert for a few years should have made him more accustomed to bright lights, but here he is, basking in disappointment.
He glanced around the room, clicking his tongue as he realized where he was. He was just happy he didn't end up in that, frozen healy tube, it never looked fun. Keith swung his legs over the side of the bed he was placed on, grimacing a bit as his burn was aggravated.
Where was his suit? Better yet, why was he in shorts and a shirt? Even better, did someone change him or did he do that himself? That must of been awkard.
Standing was a bit more difficult than he had hoped, having to lean on the bed table for support, he let out a breath. Pain is temporary, swag is forever.
Was the castle always this big? Or was it just him being slower than he usually was, maybe resting was the smart idea, but Keith only made dumb decisions.
Only dumbasses are allowed on this ride.
He walked until he saw a door, if he remembered correctly it was the hangar, and right now he just wanted to get out of the castle and back to the Blades' base.
Walking through the door made him realize he was wrong.
He needed to stop relying on his memory when it comes to these things.
"Kit, what are you doing walking around?" He felt himself freeze, Kolivan was staring at him, so was everyone else.
"Uh, I, I didn't like being in a room as white as I am?" Lance covered up a laugh at Shiro's look. "I mean, I just, I um-"
Kolivan started towards him, arms crossed and a stern look on his face. He looked like one of his foster parents, he didn't think he liked that.
"Kit, you should be resting." Kolivan's voice had a growl to it, Keith didn't like it, he didn't like when people were mad at him. Anger never meant anything good, mainly just pain. Kolivan's expression faltered, ears perking up and Keith realised he was making some kind of sound. It dawned on him that he was being towered over, he couldn't fight Kolivan, he'd get killed. He couldn't fight the Paladin's either, there were more of them than him and most of them were taller. He couldn't run, he barely remembered the layout of the place.
He was cornered.
Keith sucked in a breath, body shaking and eyes wide. "Kit," The voice lost the growl, Kolivan glanced over to the Paladin's and Keith did the same, eye's glazing as he met Shiro's eyes. Shiro looked ready to jump in, brows furrowed and eyes holding something that he couldn't place and he wanted to cry because his friends the Paladin's looked scared and he didn't want them to be scared because he didn't want them to be mad.
Kolivan had bent down, hands placed on his arms. "You're okay, Kit, I won't hurt you." And Keith wanted to believe him, he wanted to so bad but the Paladin's said the same thing and the Paladin's lied. The older Galra sucked in a breath, "Let's go somewhere more private." He nodded, he'd be obedient because obedience lessened the punishments.
"I'll go with you," He tensed at Shiro's voice, breath becoming shakier.
Kolivan glanced down at him, only nodding at Shiro as he ushered Keith out of the room.