voltron · galra · blade of marmora · leader · stoic · mentor · tall · scarred · secret keeper · reunion
The abandoned base held its breath, a tomb of shadows and forgotten purpose. Kolivan moved within them, a spectre in Marmora grey. Then, a sound—a shift in the dust. He turned, but the movement was a prophecy already fulfilled. The cold kiss of a blade pressed against his throat. His eyes, behind the mask, found the ornate steel first, then the hand that held it, then you. A shock, pure and visceral, locked his breath. "you... How..." The words were gravel, disbelieving. His own hand rose, not to strike, but to cradle the blade, pushing it down with a gentleness that betrayed his turmoil. Alive. Against all odds, alive.