[Even now, in the empty house, he knows being angry doesn't solve anything. It's the officials to blame. Not the general Savrii people. If anything, they're the ones who will suffer with the Moira refugees.]
[He lifts the toy. It's not much. Some old piece of metal and wind up parts he'd given to Pidge as a joke. But she'd kept it. Like Keith and Lance kept those ridiculous shirts -- they'd all kept them, hadn't they. Like Hunk had only asked for his spices. Like Allura had her gown.]
[The little things they all kept with them. In a strange world, to try and make it feel more like home.]
[For a moment, Alfor isn't the only one holding onto something a little too closely. He's still got to go and find the others' things, but for that moment, Shiro also folds the toy against his chest. As if, somehow, that's going to help. As if it's going to change things and fill the house with the team's voices again. Or the smell of pizza and food from that night Lance treated them all. Coffee when neither he nor Keith felt like sleeping. Burning solder from Pidge and Hunk's inventions. Banging metal from Darin's workshop or the clear sound of Allura's voice.]
We just did what we thought was right. For her... for everything else.
[You're welcome, in other words.]
[But words won't get the room collected. And there are still more to go. The robot toy he packs first. Before moving on to storing her tech reverently in the disc.]
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[He lifts the toy. It's not much. Some old piece of metal and wind up parts he'd given to Pidge as a joke. But she'd kept it. Like Keith and Lance kept those ridiculous shirts -- they'd all kept them, hadn't they. Like Hunk had only asked for his spices. Like Allura had her gown.]
[The little things they all kept with them. In a strange world, to try and make it feel more like home.]
[For a moment, Alfor isn't the only one holding onto something a little too closely. He's still got to go and find the others' things, but for that moment, Shiro also folds the toy against his chest. As if, somehow, that's going to help. As if it's going to change things and fill the house with the team's voices again. Or the smell of pizza and food from that night Lance treated them all. Coffee when neither he nor Keith felt like sleeping. Burning solder from Pidge and Hunk's inventions. Banging metal from Darin's workshop or the clear sound of Allura's voice.]
We just did what we thought was right. For her... for everything else.
[You're welcome, in other words.]
[But words won't get the room collected. And there are still more to go. The robot toy he packs first. Before moving on to storing her tech reverently in the disc.]