[Until I found it. He says. We reformed Voltron. Her child, who she had tried to spare from this conflict seems to have become a central player in it. Paladin. Blade. It's a conflicting mix of emotions, a shift in the heat radiating from the shifting nebula above her. Pride, to know that her son had taken up this calling, that he'd been a part of taking down the Galra Empire. A twisting sadness to know that despite everything, this war found him too.
She shakes her head.] Then the Empire really is falling. It sounds too good to be true.
[But Keith, for all his involvement in this, has never met her. Krolia assumes she's dead by this time, wonders if she ought to ask Kolivan, or if it's better left unknown. At the very least, she's gotten to see him here, this young man that she can't tear her eyes away from.]
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She shakes her head.] Then the Empire really is falling. It sounds too good to be true.
[But Keith, for all his involvement in this, has never met her. Krolia assumes she's dead by this time, wonders if she ought to ask Kolivan, or if it's better left unknown. At the very least, she's gotten to see him here, this young man that she can't tear her eyes away from.]