Lance inspected how his wounds where bandaged up as he was given new clothes as well such as black long sleeve as a bandage was across the side of his face. He had black pants but they ended at his calfs as he had no shoes as well.

"Do I just wait here or..." Lance stood in the middle of the throne room as there was soldiers by the doors but no Lotor.

"Prince Lotor you mustn't be serious of taking pity on this paladin," he heard Hagar hiss as Lotor and she walked into the throne room.

"Do not question me witch," Lotor snapped spinning toward her.

"Zarkon would not hesitate to kill this paladin at first sight," she growled but cause lances eyes and glared harder.

"I am not my father," Lotor snarled but he noticed Lance as well and sent Hagar another warning glare.

She said nothing but walked out of the throne room as Lotor sighed annoyed turning from her.

"She's right, you should've just killed me, easy peasy," Lance crossed his arms.

"My fathers ruling of fear lasted him for so long but it also forced many rebellions, I rather try something different even if it's not the way of the galra," Lotor let out a breath as he looked at Lance.

"Is that what your playing?" Lance snorted.

"I'm not playing anything blue," Lotor circled him.

"Well congratulations you caught a paladin, wow where's your medal?" Lance clapped with fake enthusiasm.

"Now what do you want?" He glared.

"You probably know I want information, but in a way I want your trust blue," Lotor looked down at him.

"That's a two way ride," Lance scoffed. "Why should I trust you? You, the galra,"

"Why I trust you? At least I know what I am blue," Lotor kept his distance as Lance let out a short breath.

"I'm human," he stated but his voice wavered.

"You sound so sure," the prince narrowed his eyes.

"Is this the part where I'm force to join you or die?" Lance glared looking away.

"Are you always this aggressive? I mean I expect nothing less of the pilot of the red lion," he crossed his arms looking at lance.

Lance glanced at him as he noticed how Lotor didn't call him the red paladin but states who he pilots, was he truly impressed.

"Why do you say it like that?" Lance narrowed his eyes. "What's wrong with the red lion?"

"Nothing, you suit it's qualities, sharp, focused, stubborn, strong, a natural leader but rather is a follower by choice, caring to few... Yet as a former pilot of the blue lion, you mix," Lotor took a small pause as he inspected Lance again.

"Loyal, trusts others easily, open minded, is kind to all but with the red lions personality you truly will only protect those you love," he nodded.

"But as you are capable of two lions... You would kill for the protection of your family," Lotor walked to him as their bodies became only inches apart.

"Tell me blue, would you kill me for your family?" Lotor looked down at him as Lance could feel his heat even if they didn't touch.

"... Which family?" Lance felt defeated as he looked at the tall galra.

"Voltron or your family from home,"

"I'd kill you for my family from home," Lance glared darkly.

"I'd expect nothing less, Voltron underestimated you, and continues to do so, I know what you did for your leader," Lotor didn't smile cruelly but the look in his eyes showed how intrigued he was with Lance at this point.

"I have a deal,"

Lance felt his heart skip a beat.

"I don't do deals with the devil," Lance bit his bottom lip.

"It's an opportunity," Lotor stated.

"Okay?" Lance whispered confused not knowing if he was doing the right thing.

"I could let you go home," Lotor told him.

"But in return you leave this war, and the galra get to claim you as a paladin to be dead,"

Lance gulped as his breath hitched.

"W-what is the other option?" Lance whimpered. He wanted to go home so bad that it hurt at this point.

"You stay, you'd still be a paladin, but also a prisoner of the galra, but that slight chance of hope for whatever reason is still there," Lotor sat in his throne crossing his legs with his back straight.

He could go home. Right now. No more war. No more space. No more pain. No more red, blue... No more Voltron. Or he could stay as a prisoner of war on that little chance of being saved by his team and save them the grief thinking they failed him. But his family is grieving right now, thinking they lost their baby brother, his mothers mijo, her baby boy, his abuela's little helper... 

"I'm not giving up without a fight," Lance spat.

"Is that your answer blue?" Lotor sighed almost disappointed.

"Yes," he nodded.

Lotor nodded as well as guards came up behind Lance and slapped cuffs on his wrists again as he was taken away but Lance glanced behind him as Lotor who got up and walked away from the throne, as if he never wanted to be in the throne room in the first place.

Then the doors closed.