[They're a lot more alike than he thought. His "power" might not destroy worlds or monsters or cause the end of days, but it's too much, sometimes, all the same. And he'd only started really using it in a moment of crisis, too.]

[All of this sounds familiar. Not things he's ever said out loud, but things he's thought. That he needs to be better, stronger, more in control. That maybe if he were all those things, maybe Allura wouldn't have been captured. Maybe she would never have had to throw herself away like that.]

[He's silent, for the most part, still staring down at the table. At his own clenched fingers. He looks up, very slowly, matching that confidence with determination, and steel.]

... If you're going to be responsible, then you need to look after yourself. Like you, and everyone else, keep nagging me to.

[Like he doesn't. Oops.]

I'm not blaming you, I will not blame you. You're not the only one who has a duty to protect people. Or who should have been better. But you can start here.

By stopping this. All of this. Stop running back to that place.