Wash This Over Me

Epilogue

Even if it was wonderful that his team was glad to get him back, gently hugging him as best as they could, he couldn't get that look that Lotor had on his face. It was more heartbreaking than anything Lance had seen in space so far.

He looked at Allura's long white hair that brushed up against him as she hugged him and he wishing he could share this moment with the Galra prince. "Allura, can I ask you a question?"

"Yes Lance you can."

"How much would it take for us to try and talk to Prince Lotor? Would it be off the table or is there some possibility?" He asked. Lance felt when she stiffened up. Still he waited for her to take her time with her answer.

"I'm unsure if I or other people on the team would be able to trust the Son of Zarkon depending on what he wants as a future leader of the Galra Empire. If he is willing to met with us and compromise on what needs to be done to keep the universe safe, then I would allow it."

Even with his body aching for somewhere to crash into, Lance smiled softly once more. "Then I have some good news for you princess."