[ Shiro takes a deep breath and focuses on... well. The present. He feels the sting of volcanic gas against his face, his eyes. There's a breeze in his hair, on his face. He's warm; not cold, like on the Galra ship. He's not wearing his armor.
He comes down and takes a deep breath. ]
You're right. I'm-- I'm sorry for attacking you, Dust.
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He comes down and takes a deep breath. ]
You're right. I'm-- I'm sorry for attacking you, Dust.