[No. This can't be happening. This was precisely the thing he had been trying to avoid. Keith slides out from underneath one of the bug's legs and clambers to the other side, panting as he looks at Lance with eyes that definitely look like he's just got caught in some headlights. Experiencing this once had been bad enough. The follow up where he had to betray his fellow paladins to take this reckless path had been bad, too.

But here he is again: he's living out what has been the worst moment in his life yet again. Maybe ... maybe it'll be different.

All of his instincts tell him to run, but running might mean Lance follows him, and at this point, it'll just get him hurt. These bugs are giving him a hard enough time that it tells him that he has to give up while he's ahead. Grunting in agitation, he runs back underneath the bug, slicing open its belly as he goes, and rushes past Lance.]

We're not doing this here. We'll get killed. [A beat as he measures up Lance, eyes squinting. Definitely from the beginning, definitely before he and Lance had become more of friends, with him trusting Lance's perspective and where the two of them had stopped sniping at each other so much.]

But if you don't want to come—I won't blame you. I am with the Galra Empire. You heard that part right. [Every instinct tells him to push Lance away, to protect him, but he doesn't want him to run in the opposite direction to prove a point.

Getting his friends killed is the last thing he wants.]