Keith was exhausted. The physical and emotional strain over the past... quintants? Vargas? He wasn't even sure anymore. It all blurred together. What he'd learned about Shiro, and what the Galra had been doing with him, and the Black Lion, and all of it... He looked down at his hands for a moment, the stark contrast of the white and red Paladin armor strange to him now after having been wearing his Blade suit for missions for over two years. He'd gotten used to the darker color.
The burn on the side of his face reminded him he should probably go see someone about his injuries with an irritated stinging itch. He'd never fought against Shiro on that level before, and they'd really beat each other up. He huffed a small sigh to himself, trying to swallow that guilt. It hurt. He was just doing what he had to, but it still hurt to think about.
Quietly, he walked away from where the Lions were being repaired with the help of the Olkari, and towards the main base. Without a healing pod, he wasn't sure what anyone could do for him or Shiro right now, but it wouldn't hurt to at least ask. Maybe they could give him something to make that burn stop being so annoying.
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The burn on the side of his face reminded him he should probably go see someone about his injuries with an irritated stinging itch. He'd never fought against Shiro on that level before, and they'd really beat each other up. He huffed a small sigh to himself, trying to swallow that guilt. It hurt. He was just doing what he had to, but it still hurt to think about.
Quietly, he walked away from where the Lions were being repaired with the help of the Olkari, and towards the main base. Without a healing pod, he wasn't sure what anyone could do for him or Shiro right now, but it wouldn't hurt to at least ask. Maybe they could give him something to make that burn stop being so annoying.