[ The rifts. He'd heard mentions of them, what little he'd gleaned from the times when people came to gawk at him like a particularly interesting zoo animal. Shiro knows this isn't his fault, not really, but it also is. A wet nose presses against his ear before he can delve too hard into that particular train of thought, though, and he flinches, not quite able to move away from her.
Krolia's something else altogether but Shiro can only deal with one thing at a time and right now that's being cuffed to a wall and not looking at either of them, trying to focus on the Castle being destroyed as if that'll satiate some of the bloodlust from Haggar's influence.
It's easy to doze off; he hasn't slept well this whole time and has only eaten enough to keep himself going but not enough to get his strength up. He needs to be as easy to subdue as possible. Tiredly, and knowing Keith won't: ]
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Krolia's something else altogether but Shiro can only deal with one thing at a time and right now that's being cuffed to a wall and not looking at either of them, trying to focus on the Castle being destroyed as if that'll satiate some of the bloodlust from Haggar's influence.
It's easy to doze off; he hasn't slept well this whole time and has only eaten enough to keep himself going but not enough to get his strength up. He needs to be as easy to subdue as possible. Tiredly, and knowing Keith won't: ]
Should leave me on it.