Before Keith's outburst, they had been conversing amongst themselves. Allura and Coran were talking about all kinds of things, like what a big help the aliens on the planet they had been on, would be to them against the fight with Lotor and the Galra. Pidge and Hunk had been talking and commenting on Lance's behavior and many inventions the two had been working on or had was going to finish. Shiro had been too deep in thought.

When Keith had made his outburst, they had thought nothing of it. It happened all the time anyway. Lance and Keith's fighting. So they had just continued on as if nothing had happened, ignoring Keith and Lance in their little argument.

But when they had heard some other voice go into the mix, they felt themselves shudder from just hearing it. The voice made them think it could crush them. It made them want to run and hide.

They then tuned into the conversation, watching the little fight. The voice spoke again, sighing in defeat, saying it had to go. They watched with shock, baffled, curious, and wide eyed expressions on their faces. But the one emotion that they all felt, was fear.

They had wanted to run from Lance.

Lance, their friend.

Lance, their teammate.

Lance, their family.

Lance, a paladin.

Lance, someone they would gladly give up their lives for.

Lance, the heart of Voltron.

And they had wanted to run from him. Lance, who would crack jokes to lighten the mood or make them feel better;Lance, someone who was there for them;Lance, the flirtatious jokester they had all come to love and care for. Even Keith.

Lance, the one that had always kept them together;Lance, the one who kept them from going insane;Lance, the heart of Voltron, their team, their family, and their tether. The string that keeps them together, sane, themselves, on track, and most of all, happy and cared for.

And yet...they had wanted to run from that.

Why did they want to run?

Why were they so afraid?

Lance was their friend, teammate, family and so so so much more.

So why?

Why did they want to run from something as great, special, something so genuine and unique, like Lance?

Why would you want to run from someone that you love so dearly?

And why would you have to?