( the question all but falls out of his mouth in a hurried breath as shiro tries to piece together all of the information that keith is laying out in front of him. so much had happened. just how many time had passed? he feels a little sick, suddenly dizzy as something like panic sparks in his chest. he had vanished, keith took up the lead, but gave it back to him? he pushed keith off of the team?
none of this could be right.
he doesn't doubt keith and his words, but it doesn't sound real. how could he let that happen? how could he weaken the team like that?
the hand that had been on his forehead shifts, now clutching at his mouth as he tries to hide the way he's started breathing erratically. )
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( the question all but falls out of his mouth in a hurried breath as shiro tries to piece together all of the information that keith is laying out in front of him. so much had happened. just how many time had passed? he feels a little sick, suddenly dizzy as something like panic sparks in his chest. he had vanished, keith took up the lead, but gave it back to him? he pushed keith off of the team?
none of this could be right.
he doesn't doubt keith and his words, but it doesn't sound real. how could he let that happen? how could he weaken the team like that?
the hand that had been on his forehead shifts, now clutching at his mouth as he tries to hide the way he's started breathing erratically. )
How could I—?
( he needs a moment. he needs to step away. )