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Your accent is still horrible.

[ now that shiro is clean and mostly groomed, keith can see the distinctive human traits he presents more clearly. the angular jaw he has is so different from keith's own, as are the slant of his eyes compared to keith's. his skin is darker by a shade or two, but it's also a different undertone - a fascinating aspect, when keith considers that the galra have varying hues and striping or spotting as well. outside of the prison clothes, shiro actually looks... good.

strong. sturdy. like a warrior worthy of notice among the galra. even shiro's height is acceptable enough, even if he's somewhat on the short side of the galran average. keith bats away at the momentary spike of envy; this is neither the time nor the place for juvenile thoughts and insecurities.

keith unwinds his braid from around his neck, lets it fall down his back in a slow swing. soon he'll have to cut it to a more acceptable length; kolivan lets him keep it out of respect for thace's paternal instincts, but favoritism is a plague when it's among the ranks, and keith doesn't want to add another mark against him. keith sighs. both thace and ulaz had left to investigate the ship's parts where any accidents won't risk the blades' headquarters.

he resents that he couldn't go, but at the same time... ]

Do you want to sit? [ he deftly pulls up a chair for himself, only to use it as a stepping stool so he could sit on the table. ] I still have a lot more questions if you're willing to talk with me.

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[ It's like seeing a ghost walking around, looking at Keith. You should be home, he thinks, but maybe he is. This isn't the same Keith, despite looking, sounding and seeming like him. His Keith is home, alive and well. This is...he doesn't know. But it's not fake, this...world or universe or whatever is happening doesn't seem to be a hallucination. It's gone on too long to be that and it hurts too much at points to be anything but real.

Somehow, that's also not a comfort.

The Galra shadow he's picked up seems to drift off, content enough that he's got another Blade watching him so it leaves just him and Keith there and idly, Shiro wonders if he has sway here or if it's just that they assume Shiro hasn't tried to do anything so he's less of a threat and more of a nuisance needing watched.

It still makes his skin crawl, being around all the Galra, but they haven't hurt him.

Gingerly, he takes a chair and looks at him - takes in the sight of him in the Blade clothing and thinks how. ]

I don't have anything else to do, so.