[The memory continues unabated as Pidge makes a comment about seeing chickens in outer space. After a little back and forth, Allura chimes in with "It's an Arusian!"]
Correct! [Bob chimes in, before the same female voice announces the next answer for the audience. The next answer is... Blade of Marmora.
"Where did it come from? I have to know."
Keith doesn't waste any time. He starts to draw what looks like a sword-
"Just give them the knife and let's get out of here." "I can't give it to them, Shiro." "What is it with you and that thing?" he demands. "It's the only connection I have to my past. It's my chance to learn who I really am." "You know exactly who you are, a Paladin of Voltron. We're all the family you need." It hurts. "Shiro, you're like a brother to me... but I have to do this." "No, you don't. So, just give them the knife." "I can't do that." "Just give up the knife, Keith! You're only thinking about yourself, as usual!" Keith goes silent for a moment, and looks away. "I've made my choice." "Then you've chosen to be alone." The hologram of Shiro turns and starts to walk away as Keith looks at the knife in his hand. For the first time since he started the trial in two days, he starts to hesitate. "Shiro! Wait!" Keith runs after him, and as he does, a blinding white light fills his field of vision. It fades to the shack he called home for a year since he'd been kicked from the Garrison. The entire building shakes with the percussion of a loud booming noise outside and he turns toward the door, yet as his hand starts to reach out, he hears a voice he hasn't in over ten years call his name. "Keith..." He gasps, turns back around, and on the other side of the room is... "Dad?" "You're home, son." The next sound that shakes the shack sounds like heavy artillery fire. "What is that?" "Don't worry about that," his father replies. "We'll be fine as long as we stay in here. Don't you want to catch up?" Keith looks from the window to his father. "Of course I do." "Son, so many years have passed. I have so much to tell you." The loud rumbling persists, and Keith looks back to the window. "What is that?" He walks to the window to pull back the sheet blocking out the direct light. "Everything's fine," his dad says, but the view outside shows otherwise. A Galran battle cruiser is attacking Platt City. He can hear the screams of the citizens in the distance. They're completely defenseless. Earth has no way to compete with Galra technology. On a cliff outside, he can see the Red Lion gazing toward the city. He needs to get out there. "Dad, I-I'm sorry. I gotta go. There's people that need me out there." "Don't you want to know about where you came from?" His father asks, holding out the knife in both hands. "Your mother gave it to me." "Mom?" The rumbling and screams continue, and for a moment, the memory fades to another memory of another dawn. One he's both a part of in the baby crib being kissed goodbye, and witnessing as a third party. His mother is handing his father the knife, as his father's shade said. "This is for Keith. He may need it someday."
When he's come back to, it's not just the blade he's drawn, but his mother, Krolia.
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Correct! [Bob chimes in, before the same female voice announces the next answer for the audience. The next answer is... Blade of Marmora.
"Where did it come from? I have to know."
Keith doesn't waste any time. He starts to draw what looks like a sword-
"Just give them the knife and let's get out of here."
"I can't give it to them, Shiro."
"What is it with you and that thing?" he demands.
"It's the only connection I have to my past. It's my chance to learn who I really am."
"You know exactly who you are, a Paladin of Voltron. We're all the family you need."
It hurts. "Shiro, you're like a brother to me... but I have to do this."
"No, you don't. So, just give them the knife."
"I can't do that."
"Just give up the knife, Keith! You're only thinking about yourself, as usual!"
Keith goes silent for a moment, and looks away. "I've made my choice."
"Then you've chosen to be alone." The hologram of Shiro turns and starts to walk away as Keith looks at the knife in his hand. For the first time since he started the trial in two days, he starts to hesitate. "Shiro! Wait!"
Keith runs after him, and as he does, a blinding white light fills his field of vision. It fades to the shack he called home for a year since he'd been kicked from the Garrison. The entire building shakes with the percussion of a loud booming noise outside and he turns toward the door, yet as his hand starts to reach out, he hears a voice he hasn't in over ten years call his name. "Keith..." He gasps, turns back around, and on the other side of the room is... "Dad?"
"You're home, son." The next sound that shakes the shack sounds like heavy artillery fire. "What is that?"
"Don't worry about that," his father replies. "We'll be fine as long as we stay in here. Don't you want to catch up?"
Keith looks from the window to his father. "Of course I do."
"Son, so many years have passed. I have so much to tell you." The loud rumbling persists, and Keith looks back to the window. "What is that?"
He walks to the window to pull back the sheet blocking out the direct light. "Everything's fine," his dad says, but the view outside shows otherwise. A Galran battle cruiser is attacking Platt City. He can hear the screams of the citizens in the distance. They're completely defenseless. Earth has no way to compete with Galra technology. On a cliff outside, he can see the Red Lion gazing toward the city. He needs to get out there. "Dad, I-I'm sorry. I gotta go. There's people that need me out there."
"Don't you want to know about where you came from?" His father asks, holding out the knife in both hands. "Your mother gave it to me."
"Mom?" The rumbling and screams continue, and for a moment, the memory fades to another memory of another dawn. One he's both a part of in the baby crib being kissed goodbye, and witnessing as a third party. His mother is handing his father the knife, as his father's shade said. "This is for Keith. He may need it someday."
When he's come back to, it's not just the blade he's drawn, but his mother, Krolia.
The drawing stylus shatters in his hand.]