He doesn't finish the question, instead turning his gaze over the Black Lion. He had so many questions; what metal was it made of? Who build it? What were its abilities? They all seemed to rush into his mind together but the one question that hung over t all was the one Shiro had posed.
How would you back it up?
His eyes widened a bit, green pupils darting about frantically.
"I..I can't...! I'm not a pilot! I'm not a part of..."
This team? He knows that's not true and he can't keep denying it forever. What was he good for? What could he possibly do when Shiro, Keith, Pidge, Hunk, and Lance all had this...
This...
"Power..."
The blackened skies swirl and slowly the clouds overhead start to congeal, start to gain weight and mass and begin to swell with seething anger. With arrogance and hate and consternation towards the meager opposition making itself known. The ground begins to fall away, the world of memory getting torn asunder by this being's arrival.
Two eyes, like moons in the sky, borne from the blackness train themselves on the pair, and slowly a shape forms. It's like a mountain, and while it's form isn't clear, two hulking arms take shape. Finally, a booming, terrible roar splits the air as the being finishes taking shape.
Darin snaps his head to Shiro.
"Get going. I'll make sure you get plenty of openings."
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He doesn't finish the question, instead turning his gaze over the Black Lion. He had so many questions; what metal was it made of? Who build it? What were its abilities? They all seemed to rush into his mind together but the one question that hung over t all was the one Shiro had posed.
How would you back it up?
His eyes widened a bit, green pupils darting about frantically.
"I..I can't...! I'm not a pilot! I'm not a part of..."
This team? He knows that's not true and he can't keep denying it forever. What was he good for? What could he possibly do when Shiro, Keith, Pidge, Hunk, and Lance all had this...
This...
"Power..."
The blackened skies swirl and slowly the clouds overhead start to congeal, start to gain weight and mass and begin to swell with seething anger. With arrogance and hate and consternation towards the meager opposition making itself known. The ground begins to fall away, the world of memory getting torn asunder by this being's arrival.
Two eyes, like moons in the sky, borne from the blackness train themselves on the pair, and slowly a shape forms. It's like a mountain, and while it's form isn't clear, two hulking arms take shape. Finally, a booming, terrible roar splits the air as the being finishes taking shape.
Darin snaps his head to Shiro.
"Get going. I'll make sure you get plenty of openings."