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Lance was tired. So tired.
Tired of never being noticed.
Tired of missing his family and Earth.
Tired of never being taken seriously.
Maybe I should become like Keith. Everybody likes him with his stupid mullet and lovable crappy attitude. Lance hollowly laughed and tried pushing the thought away. However with anxiety that was never the case. Anything you wanted to forget stayed. Lance's mind couldn't help but wonder, if he did become like Keith would everybody notice him, take him seriously and really feel like he had the right to become a Voltron Paladin?
No. Lance you are here for a reason. Blue choose you. Lance told to himself grabbing the sliver of hope as he felt it slowly slip. Lance took a shaky breath. Just breathe and calm yourself. Push them away and paint over your mistakes. Like the artist and actor you are. Paint that bright, hopeful and confident smile. Act the part of a guy with no fear. Show them that you're strong.
Lance picked himself up and started to become the Lance people knew. He made an excuse to go outside to eat one of Hunk's cookies. Then he would train. To become stronger as a Paladin. Definitely not to become like Keith. Yeah, he told himself.