[ Keith had figured that not-Shiro would have enough self preservation to either talk or try fighting back. He's already staggering back in surprise at the sudden sick feeling of this thing walking into the knife, but hearing Shiro's voice, this thing actually sounding like Shiro for a moment, is enough to make his grip weaken, his fingers faltering on the handle. ]
No—
[ He's watching. If this thing's telling the truth, then Shiro needs his help. And he can think whatever he wants to of Keith for this afterward; Keith can handle it, as long as he's alive. ]
You don't even deserve to use his voice!
[ And to hell with it — Keith shoves his whole weight forward. ]
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No—
[ He's watching. If this thing's telling the truth, then Shiro needs his help. And he can think whatever he wants to of Keith for this afterward; Keith can handle it, as long as he's alive. ]
You don't even deserve to use his voice!
[ And to hell with it — Keith shoves his whole weight forward. ]