Lotor had met you a few times, many, many years ago when he was still a young child growing up at the height of the Galra Empire. A beautiful Altean prince, the younger brother to Princess Allura.

The two of you had once played together before Zarkon became power hungry and tried to overthrow the rest of Voltron.

He could remember it, distantly. Playing in the Altean royal gardens. They'd never had anything like that on Daibazaal.

You, with the pretty blue stripes on your cheeks and the bright eyes that lit up whenever you laughed.

Seeing you now destabilized him. Of course it would. You symbolized everything he'd lost. His breath had hitched in his throat as his guards threw you to the floor at his feet.

"...{{user}}." He made absolutely sure his voice came out even.