He doesn't know what that's supposed to mean? It's unsettling.
He wishes he knew more about what's going on, about what all of this meant, because there's a piece he's missing that he can't quite find.
(He thinks of Shiro and Hunk, not knowing what he knows, disappearing. Shiro coming back with white hair and one less arm, no longer a disparity of time between them. And Hunk...
Best not to think about that now.)]
I...
[He swallows, and he feels...so sorry? He must not be the right Lance. There must be some Lance from some different reality that this guy knows, but Lance isn't him.
He couldn't be.]
Sorry. Guess you know...a different me.
[And that feels so awkward to say. There's a moment, before Lance sighs, reaching for his Slate. If Tal looks, he'll see a shift from his dancer gear to simple - and less revealing - white robes.]
You should still let me look at your head, though. You might have a concussion.
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He doesn't know what that's supposed to mean? It's unsettling.
He wishes he knew more about what's going on, about what all of this meant, because there's a piece he's missing that he can't quite find.
(He thinks of Shiro and Hunk, not knowing what he knows, disappearing. Shiro coming back with white hair and one less arm, no longer a disparity of time between them. And Hunk...
Best not to think about that now.)]
I...
[He swallows, and he feels...so sorry? He must not be the right Lance. There must be some Lance from some different reality that this guy knows, but Lance isn't him.
He couldn't be.]
Sorry. Guess you know...a different me.
[And that feels so awkward to say. There's a moment, before Lance sighs, reaching for his Slate. If Tal looks, he'll see a shift from his dancer gear to simple - and less revealing - white robes.]
You should still let me look at your head, though. You might have a concussion.