Listening to his voice, Allura had to wonder how he could always manage to be so smooth. It was as infuriating as it was heartbreaking, but she'd exposed herself too much. Wiping at her eyes briefly, she turned to face him again, but this time she seemed more collected--not nervous or afraid, not weeping. It was an effort, but she was steady.

"I'm going to ask you a question, Lotor, and if... if you ever cared for me, even the slightest bit, I hope you'll answer me honestly." She knew she didn't look intimidating, with her bolt of fabric and her cute pokemon and her pastel clothes, but there was an edge in her voice that she hoped would communicate just how serious she was being in the moment.

"If someone you claimed to care about was suffering under the belief that they'd lost everything--that they were the last of their species--would you allow them to carry on in this belief if you knew otherwise? Or would you tell them?"