[It's about the same time that Lance begins to fight back that Allura does in kind, throwing all of her weight into it, even managing to knock on guard off of it's feet. But they're just too ready, and by the time Lance catches her eye, Allura is shoved face-down into the grime, pinned down by three of the guards, in blood that isn't hers. She hardly notices the way her hair hanging in her face is stained red, panic settling deep in her chest in a way that it never did, even when she was deep in the holds of the Galra command ship. Her chest is heaving and she's screaming-]
Stop the simulation! Stop- Please! Don't do this-
[It's a desperate attempt, but it doesn't stop. They're still there and ice chills her to her bones when Lance reaches the center of the room, where the glint of a serrated knife catches her eye, even in the darkened chambers. There's a dizzying sense of utter helplessness, and she doesn't realize that tears are streaming down her face until they lock eyes,]
this thread is upsetting
Stop the simulation! Stop- Please! Don't do this-
[It's a desperate attempt, but it doesn't stop. They're still there and ice chills her to her bones when Lance reaches the center of the room, where the glint of a serrated knife catches her eye, even in the darkened chambers. There's a dizzying sense of utter helplessness, and she doesn't realize that tears are streaming down her face until they lock eyes,]
Lance-! If you hurt him I swear-