[ That is tremendously terrible luck. Of all the places to mount an expedition on, it had to be where the Galra are. Keith only nods, unable to help the smallest twinge of sympathy, even if his neutral expression gives nothing away. Compassion is weakness, he has been told; had been punished for it often, but somehow it just refuses to die.
So Keith lets it be what it is, and regards him with renewed purpose. There's no way he'll let Shiro die here -- he'll still have use to the Blade, and perhaps hold the key to taking down the Empire he despises so much. Keith might be prince, but he detests the current state of affairs; not that he'll tell Shiro as much, not when he doesn't know if it'll be used as leverage against him.
He'll continue to observe, to watch. But what he says next makes him tilt his head. ]
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So Keith lets it be what it is, and regards him with renewed purpose. There's no way he'll let Shiro die here -- he'll still have use to the Blade, and perhaps hold the key to taking down the Empire he despises so much. Keith might be prince, but he detests the current state of affairs; not that he'll tell Shiro as much, not when he doesn't know if it'll be used as leverage against him.
He'll continue to observe, to watch. But what he says next makes him tilt his head. ]
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