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[He takes it with an odd reluctance. It feels unnatural in his off-hand, and he never really used it anyway. But if he's going to protect them, he'll need it. Even without the prosthetic, he isn't helpless, but neither is he at his best.

He nods, and sets up watch overlooking the canyon. Shadow pads over and presses against his side, and then disappears to stand over Keith. When Shiro looks over at him later, the wolf is curled against his back, head on its paws, tail over its nose.

The night is uneventful, and by morning Shiro's rigged up a sort of pot and is cooking those fruits into a surprisingly tasty ... breakfast stew sludge. Thing.]

Hey. How're you feeling now?

[It's the first long sleep he's had since he met back up with the team. It isn't exactly peaceful, between the soreness and the dreams. Shouting, pain. All the images of Shiro in tubes falling to their unknowing death on that planet.

More than once he jerks awake, only to be warmed by the wolf at his back and drifts back to fitful sleep.

The smell of the food gets his attention about the third time he wakes up, pushing himself up slowly and looking bleary-eyed at the set up.]

....Like I got run over.

[He huffs, and makes room for Keith beside the fire. He holds out a bowl - dented and quite old by the looks of it, but it seems to hold liquid just fine.]

I'll look you over once you've had some food. It's not healthy to push yourself.

[... hypocrite, thy name is.]

[He won't even ask where the bowl came from. There's no telling, and at this point, he's just happy there's food.]

The same to you. [Yeah, he's not above dealing it back to Shiro.]

Anything interesting?

[Well.]

We could both do with a little more of not pushing ourselves.

[He can make concessions, admit to weaknesess when it benefits others. This time the benefit is Keith's.]

No. Nothing yet. Though we have an audience.

[A little while ago, more of the strange fanged creatures began showing up just beyond the halo of light the campfire casts. Nothing hostile. Shadow doesn't seem concerned and Shiro has always trusted in the instinct of animals.]

Think they're hungry?

Hm?

[For the first time since waking up, he looks around and sees them. They're... strange, definitely. But they really do just look curious more than anything.]

Maybe. What do you think they eat?

[It's about as much thought as he can put towards that before shoving a mouthful of this stew down. It's not bad, considering.]

[He lifts his bad shoulder in a shrug.]

Not people, hopefully.

[Ha, ha. He's hilarious. He studies one of the creatures - the same one he saw from before? and at length, it edges into the light. It's holding something in its paws, he realizes. More of the fruit?

It drops it and hastily scampers back into the darkness, its long tufted ears back against its head, eyes wide with curiosity as it looks from him to the fruit pile. A few more follow suit, not all are carrying fruit. Some have shiny rocks or feathers, and other things that look edible. But Shiro doesn't feel as if they're scared, more like--]

It's like they're worshipping us.

[Like Arus, maybe? But Zarkon would have enslaved their people or wiped them out if they were capable of even the most basic demisentient thought. Unless he was here before Quintessence drove him mad--

(He doesn't want to think that there was a time before. He knows there was. Black would have never accepted him as a pilot unless he was worthy of her, even when she was young. But the Zarkon Shiro knew was a cruel man who lauded over people - children, in some cases - fighting to the death.)

Still.

He gives Keith a sidelong glance. He's the leader of Voltron now, so--]

What do you think we should do?

[Keith watches the creatures with an odd curiosity. It does remind him a bit of the Arusian's worship of the Lions. It's strange, he'd thought they were mostly just wild animals native here. But if they're possibly something more...

he shakes his head slowly, still watching them.]

I'm not sure. I think if they were loyal to Zarkon, we'd know by now.

Mm.

[He stands, goes close to the pile of... items and crouches beside it. One shiny rock gets inspected - the little creature that brought it chitters with excitement - and then a long root vegetable.]

Um. Thank you-- for this?

[He speaks to the group at large but as soon as he does they all dissipate, disappearing to varying corners and spots of darkness. He doesn't get the sense they have a language or that they understood his words, but perhaps the tone...

Still. He looks back to Keith and shrugs.]

[Keith watches, taking note of how they react, the sorts of things they brought. It really does seem like they worship them, but they only just landed. It couldn't have happened that fast, could it?]

That's weird.

[An observation, and he looks at Shadow, whose eyes are still glued to the darkness where the creatures disappeared. If she can still see them, Keith can't tell. He quickly tries to finish his bowl and talk at the same time - not a pretty feat.]

I think it's probably safe, but we shouldn't stay here. We should find out why Black brought us.

I agree.

[He turns to look down into the canyon, out over the Lion.]

Black could have dropped us closer to whatever it is, though.

You'd think.

[There's a slight hint of annoyance there, like a little brother seeing what their older sibling is doing. But in this case, he hasn't got a clue what the end result would be. He just knows Black is doing this for some reason and doesn't want to give them a hint.]

Let's get everything and take a look.

[He nods. They decamp in relative silence, though Shiro does twist up the creature's offerings into an old shirt he slings over his back. It rests against his side, under the stump of his arm as they begin the ascent anew.

The sun chases them up the edge of the canyon wall, and by the time they reach the top Shiro is drenched in sweat. His hand aches from gripping at rock and managing the safety line that has them tied together, and they have precious little water.

What they see, though, once they reach the top--

Shiro says nothing for a good long while. Just stares. It looks like something out of a story, some old fantasy. Greenery that stretches on for miles in every direction, explosions of colour from the vivid bloom of every imaginable flower. There were old stories on Earth about a garden of Eden he imagines would have looked like this.

In an undertone,]

Are you seeing this?

[He helps where he can, when Shiro lets him, even if it's just pulling him up a few inches. Keith is still actively keeping some distance there, not wanting to show off his emotions or risk touching in a way that would make him uncomfortable. The worst thing he could do is make this more awkward.

That is to say the foliage at the top doesn't on its own. It's massive, with colors he doesn't know the names of spread out before them. It initially looks like mayhem, but the more he looks, the more he sees some structure - height and color and shapes having an order.

he almost doesn't hear Shiro--]

Yeah... What is this?

This world's version of an Ikea?

[Look it's as good a guess as anyone, even if he's obviously not being serious. Shadow poofs into existence on Keith's right, but despite sniffing the air she doesn't seem especially bothered by the expanse of-- everything.

Shiro sees the structure to it, too. This is no natural formation. There are fountains in the distance, hydroponics. It all looks incredibly outdated, almost archaic.

(Ten thousand years old? Maybe.)

If anything, it sets him even more on edge. Two options - split up, search, cover more ground. Or stay together, so that at least if they get attacked, or... overwhelmed by toxic plant poison, then at least they're--

-- Together.

(Together.)

He shakes his head, and then points to a spot in the distance.]

I think I see a structure. We should make our way there. If Zarkon was here, there's every possibility these plants are engineered neurotoxins, so try not to disturb them.

Got it.

[He readjusts the packs on his back and starts walking that direction. Potentially engineered attack plants or not, they're beautiful. He can't help but think it the further in they walk.

It doesn't help that the further in they walk, the more solid the ground feels. Gradually there are bits of colored cobblestone here and there, a sort-of-path marking their way. He's careful not to step on any that seem particularly loose (old Earth movies sticking out in his mind that he'd get to see pieces of giving some cautious warning). Careful not to touch plants that seem to reach out into their path.

But they truly are beautiful. A few he recognizes either from his work with the Blades, or his mother's memory flashes. The thought of them being altered to be weapons hurts his heart to imagine. He hopes it isn't the case.

It's when they reach a circle in the path, with different points going in different directions that Keith stops.]

Uh... Shiro?

[In front of him, on the other side of the stone circle, is a small bot. It looks old but functioning still and... possibly tending the plants there.]

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[Galra tech. Shiro stiffens, not quite recoiling from it but he definitely goes on the defensive.

It's small. Harmless. He still wants to kick it across the field.

But maybe it has information of some sort, something - anything - they can use to identify this place.

He steps forward a little, leading with his right side, intending to--

(He looks down at where his arm used to be. No, he can't do that any more, can he? But maybe Keith can.)]

Think you can interface with it?

What? Me?

[He blinks slowly, then realizes... Shiro doesn't have his galra hand anymore. He should be used to doing this by now, that he is galra, but sometimes he doesn't connect the two.

Keith takes a breath and steps forward, kneeling to the small bot. He looks at his hand, then holds it out and ...touches it. With finger tips first, then with his whole hand and watches the distinctive galra violet trail down its seams.

It takes a few minutes before he blinks wide-eyed.]

A garden. It's-- A bot to upkeep this garden. There's storage not too far from here, and some bigger structures further in.

[Shiro's hatred of the Galra isn't indiscriminate. Keith's connection to them is different than he is. The legacy of hatred, fear and suffering that bore him into their captivity is something Krolia fought against what Shiro assumes was most of her life. But while Shiro merely had something grafted onto him by the enemy, there's a part of Keith that many would consider to be the enemy.

Shiro doesn't think he could ever look at him and see something other than a friend, a brother, but-- he's one man, with one opinion. Keith will carry his heritage the rest of his life. They haven't really had time to discuss whether or not he struggles with it, but-- Shiro knows him. Keith never does take the easy way through anything.

He watches as he crouches down to activate the robot.]

All right. Let's keep going. Stay close.

[Keith stands, watching the little bot go on its way to work, trimming hedges and what amounts to watering others. It'd be almost cute if he didn't know it's been here for countless years untouched.

He makes an affirmative noise in his throat and leads the way, staying just a couple steps ahead of Shiro. Shadow flicks between walking in front of Keith, and walking beside Shiro, wanting to keep an eye on them both. There isn't any need, though. Nothing jumps out to attack. There's no ambush waiting. The most they find are more flowers. The stone under their feet becoming more solid, some glossy black stone benches, soft on the edges and not sharp like he's come to see Galra design.

They come through one alcove, an arch of vivid blue, white, and pink-purple blossoms to an open field, with a two story structure just in the middle. It's old, but still solid.]

...What do you think?

[It looks like something he saw once in the castle of Lions. And those flowers--

Juniberries. Allura showed him once, before they had to deactivate Alfor's AI. He exhales sharply, and crosses his left arm until he can grasp at the fabric of his shirt against his ribs.]

I think it's Altean.

This is... weird.

[He's said it earlier that day, and it's still true now. He carefully takes a step into the open grass, and when nothing happens, looks back to Shiro to motion him on.]

Why would a Galra garden bother with anything Altean...

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[He follows Keith, because of course he does.]

Lotor's mother was Altean. The timeline fits.

[His mouth screws up at one corner. Bitterness. Anger. It's all old emotion, these days, but still present. Still vitriolic.]

Zarkon must have had this place built for her.

Oh.

[Well. That puts this into a different perspective. About Lotor, about their original alliance... Everything. Maybe a time before Zarkon was out to enslave the universe, he actually cared about someone.

Zarkon might have been something approaching sympathetic before the rift opened on Daibazaal.]

Let's look at it. See what's inside.

[He knows Black brought them here for a reason. Black was also originally partnered with Zarkon, and likely knew a lot more about him than history was willing to tell. There has to be a reason she brought them.]

I don't--

[want to. It's a small, personal, petty thing. He knows it. Zarkon is dead. His ghost had no chance at being salvaged the way Shiro himself was, and all he haunts now is his memories. But he doesn't want to be or go anywhere that he called home, that he may have found peace or comfort. He doesn't care if he was a veritable saint before he was corrupted, because that corruption subjugated billions across the known universe, and was responsible for equally as many deaths.

He grits his teeth.]

Keep alert.