"I think that when we have succeeded in rescuing this world, we will be returned to our own universe - likely to the exact moment when we were brought here. If we're not, I suspect there will be at least a riot. People don't want to stay here forever." There's ironclad certainty there.
"If you're not worried about the integrity of the timeline, then I have a lot to explain. And not all of it is going to be easy for me, so just... bear with me. There's a hopeful ending," he offers with a small half-smile.
Shiro takes a deep breath, trying to figure out where to even start. But on the exhale, he settles. "You remember our attack on Zarkon's headquarters. We were able to defeat him, but doing so shattered Voltron back into the lions. The Black Bayard was in the console, but you couldn't find me?"
"I died." He doesn't pause, doesn't wait. "I think what happened was that I was pushing so much of my energy into Voltron, my mind in sync with the Black Lion, that I was able to give the entirety of my quintessence to ensuring that Voltron held through that final strike. And then there was nothing left. Nothing but my... memory? My soul? I'm not entirely certain how that worked, but the Black Lion was able to capture my essence and hold it inside itself. I think you told me that I was probably in the well of the Black Lion's quintessence."
He shakes his head and runs his remaining hand through his hair, squeezing the back of his neck as if to ground himself. Thick brows furrow as he looks down and sideways, unable to meet her eyes. "I could see... everything. Hear everything. If I concentrated hard enough. But I couldn't find a way to reach you. To speak to you - or any of the paladins. It's hard to feel time there. I just knew that if I waited, if I was patient enough, I could try and build up quintessence again. Not very much, and not very fast, but maybe if I had more energy I could reach out and someone might hear me."
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"If you're not worried about the integrity of the timeline, then I have a lot to explain. And not all of it is going to be easy for me, so just... bear with me. There's a hopeful ending," he offers with a small half-smile.
Shiro takes a deep breath, trying to figure out where to even start. But on the exhale, he settles. "You remember our attack on Zarkon's headquarters. We were able to defeat him, but doing so shattered Voltron back into the lions. The Black Bayard was in the console, but you couldn't find me?"
"I died." He doesn't pause, doesn't wait. "I think what happened was that I was pushing so much of my energy into Voltron, my mind in sync with the Black Lion, that I was able to give the entirety of my quintessence to ensuring that Voltron held through that final strike. And then there was nothing left. Nothing but my... memory? My soul? I'm not entirely certain how that worked, but the Black Lion was able to capture my essence and hold it inside itself. I think you told me that I was probably in the well of the Black Lion's quintessence."
He shakes his head and runs his remaining hand through his hair, squeezing the back of his neck as if to ground himself. Thick brows furrow as he looks down and sideways, unable to meet her eyes. "I could see... everything. Hear everything. If I concentrated hard enough. But I couldn't find a way to reach you. To speak to you - or any of the paladins. It's hard to feel time there. I just knew that if I waited, if I was patient enough, I could try and build up quintessence again. Not very much, and not very fast, but maybe if I had more energy I could reach out and someone might hear me."