[Keith shrugs. Hey, he figured it would get a laugh out of her. That's what he was aiming for. As for being the source of fear for others, he reaches out with his mind and a pair of large yellow eyes peeks in through the kitchen window behind him; a low rumble of a growl shakes the house. He opens his eyes and when he does, it's not the usual navy hue she's come to know, but bright violet and yellow whites similar to what she likely glimpsed of Lotor's (former) generals.]

I understand, and I know the need for secrecy. [He closes his eyes and they're back to normal when he opens them again.] I won't say a word, because in a way... I sympathize.

[He lets that sink in for a brief moment before he speaks, though it's more he's debating just how much to explain. Because, like with the Phantom Thieves, there's a lot he hasn't told anyone who wasn't there to witness it. He likes to keep it that way.]

Like Shiro and I said over the network, I'm not fully human. The Galra are a spacefaring race who conquered most of the universe by the time we found the Blue Lion, and while I suspected a few weeks or months after we became Paladins...

[He didn't know, and even when he demanded to know what the knife he held since he could remember meant, the knowledge was denied him. At least, until he awakened the blade.]

I'm not just a Paladin or the leader of Voltron. I am an agent of the Blade of Marmora.