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After their victory against Sendak, the Paladins and Alteans turned in for the night. It was visible to anyone with eyes, how the exhaustion of today was tugging at everyone. No one really said anything when they ate a quick dinner and shuffled into their respective rooms that Coran showed them.
The hissing of the door closing behind him, alerted Lance that he was standing alone now. Everything was hazy, as Lance shuffled about. Dumping his backpack next to his bed, Lance tried his best to get out of the armor.
The metal plates clattered loudly on the ground as he dropped it, making him cringe as the sound seemed to echo in the empty room. Trying to get out of the black suit was a hassle as the material seemed to stick to his skin. Probably due to how much he over exerted himself earlier.
Finally being able to stand in just his briefs, Lance took the time to finally look over his new home for the time being. The room was quaint, not really small nor large. With his back to the door, Lance took stock of what was visible. To his left was an alcove, and within it was a bed. The bed was three quarters in size and had a thin blanket covering it and a singular pillow.
The back wall of the room was empty, but Lance saw a panel on the left side, near where the bed was. On the right wall was another door. The seems of the door visible with another small panel on the right of the door. The room itself was lit brightly. Lance wasn’t sure exactly where the lights were, but it was efficient in scaring off the dark. Despite that, there were teal stripes of light decorating the floor of the room. It looked like the aisle lights on a plane.
It was overly simplistic, but hopefully in the future, Lance can make sure it doesn’t look this empty. Like a ghost of its former self. It really gave him the creeps. But most importantly, a part of him yearned at how it used to look like in his previous life. Though, no memories seem to accompany these thoughts.
Despite feeling overly gross after the day’s events, Lance felt like crashing. So, walking over the pile of metal and material on the floor, he flopped onto the bed. It was soft, but firm. Much better than the beds at the Garrison. The blanket on top was like silk in texture and the pillow fluffy.
In an instant, he fell asleep. Mind falling into the depths of darkness, while twin purrs echoed from somewhere.
While the teen gained some well deserved rest, the other occupants weren’t so lucky.
A friend laid on his back, mind spinning with fears and worries.
A young girl sat before a pod, hope blooming in her chest, but eaten away by worry.
A young man sat with questions with no answers.
Another running away from nightmares.
In in their own home, two sat and mourned for the lost.