[Oddly, the tone actually was somewhat comforting, even if it wasn't one that he could remember Lance directing his way. He ran his hands through his hair before clasping them again to lean his chin on his laced fingers. He stared out at the frozen ocean. It looked how he was starting to feel. Bleak.]
I don't know if that's better.
[Part of him even wanted to disbelieve it, but he knew better. What reason would Lance have to making that up? None. Lance wasn't going to sugarcoat something just to make him feel better. Keith knew that. Plus, the idea of coming back from the dead, just to still be in a terrible? Keith was pretty sure that could almost be worst than staying dead.
By now, someone had come by to start putting out the fire in the trashcan, and that finally got Keith to look back at the commotion.]
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I don't know if that's better.
[Part of him even wanted to disbelieve it, but he knew better. What reason would Lance have to making that up? None. Lance wasn't going to sugarcoat something just to make him feel better. Keith knew that. Plus, the idea of coming back from the dead, just to still be in a terrible? Keith was pretty sure that could almost be worst than staying dead.
By now, someone had come by to start putting out the fire in the trashcan, and that finally got Keith to look back at the commotion.]
What's going on?