This was madness. Some kind of strange hell...

First he gets regected by the princess Allura, the woman unable to see his logical reasoning for his past atrocities, and not believing him when he swore to put an end to them with her help... comparing him to his tyrant father and using Voltron to fight and leave him for dead...

And now, being trapped so long in the rift between realities while surrounded by quintessence, had done something to him.

At first he thought he'd imagined the tingling of his body, lying there hoping for death in his self made misery and pain. But soon enough it became apparent that not only was his body healing, but CHANGING as well. He was growing younger, and at an alarming rate. Panic set in, but there was nowhere to go and nothing to be done. His Sincline mecha had for days been drifting towards a rift, now being pulled in, and he could no longer reach the controls to try and stop it.

Both he and his mecha crash landed into another reality, crash landed somewhere, and somehow... he was alive. Alive, but not in a way he wanted to live. A wave of emotions hitting him all at once in this smaller form, astonishment, anxiety, fear, regret, and... loneliness.

And for some strange, embarrassing reason, the new instincts that came with this small form made all of those emotions burst forth in a loud wailing fit of helplessness.