Shiro cautionly observes this from his spot. She’s going to a lot of effort for this one shot. The math for it should be easy for her. He takes a second to look around and a suspicion rears up in the back of his head. He would love to step around the podium but he’s stuck there. “Pidge.” He says, trying to figure out what to say. “Whatever you’re going to do. You’ve already done it. Trust your instincts.”

He subsided and glances across at the Voltron team. He misses Hunk and Allura. He wants his friends to be a whole group. Safe. Protected. Or capable of protecting others and able to return to where they would find rest for a time. “...you’re doing fine.” Are they? Are they really?

He has never made a habit of lying to them. Even when his clone spoke he didn’t really lie. He knew as little as they did.