[Lets have a lighthearted thread, we said. It'll be silly, we said!

At that, Allura sucks in a quiet breath, her voice tightening,] I don't know.

[She's asked herself it a million times since the moment Prince Lotor offered himself up as a prisoner. He did everything in his power to earn their trust—gave away Galra fleet positions and secrets that opened the door for meaningful victories at little cost to the Voltron coalition. And he was the one to deal the killing blow on Zarkon. He's given them nothing but reasons to trust him.]

I want to believe him. Peace, without bloodshed? That alone makes it worth a shot.

[That would be her greatest dream. But. She hums, unhappily,]

It may be too good to be true, I fear.