They gave up. It's something that Hunk, in his earlier days, would've done too. Faced with impossible odds and insurmountable fears, he wasn't sure if he could fault them. Would giving the Galra the Lions have been worse than murder? Probably. And then Hunk finds himself dwelling on a lot of his own struggles.

"We... we were supposed to be winning. We'd won the war." He sighs. "An evil, oppressive dictator was killed in cold blood by his son, who took over the Empire we were fighting. There was peace, and we even started working together to solve our problems."

There are hints of optimism in his voice, and flickers of warmth when he started talking about peace and problem solving. "But... now I'm here. And that peace might be fragile. And I can't do anything to help it."