Notes

You wouldn’t understand. You would just tell me to stop taking everything so seriously, and lighten up like I used to, and pull my weight in the team. But I can’t pull my weight. I’m not a Garrison hero, I’m not a top pilot, I’m not an expert engineer, I’m not a tech genius, I’m not an Altean princess or a badass royal advisor. I’m just Lance and I’m not good enough to keep up with any of you.
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“Could’ve fooled me,” Lance retorted defensively. “You’ve all got your…your things. You and Coran are always writing up new recipes and going on supply runs, Pidge is always neck deep in research and projects, Allura is constantly strategizing the next plan of attack, and Shiro and Keith are always off somewhere doing recon or scouting or whatever it is they do alone together! I don’t hear you complaining about them being distant!”

“You have to stop making such flimsy excuses, Lance, you are a Paladin of Voltron and you cannot act like a child!” Allura cut in.

Lance sneered. “Oh, I’m the one acting like a child, am I? No, you’re the children, you’re the ones who keep pinning the blame on the easy target, on anyone but yourselves, because of course it has to be Lance’s fault, right? Nobody else is such a screw up! Nobody else is even capable of making mistakes, apparently! You’re all perfect fucking heroes and can do no wrong!”

Allura’s eyes widened, and then her brow lowered furiously. “Lance, now is not the time to be starting petty arguments about who is in the wrong, here –”

“Petty,” Lance repeated, his voice low and flat. “You think how I feel about this is petty.”



“If you think I’m so useless, why don’t you just get a new Blue Paladin already?!” Lance snapped.