[By now this is a story Shiro has told many times, both concisely and at length. It put a lot of the different people they'd encountered at ease to know that Voltron really knew the brutality of the Galra and were still willing to fight.

This is a little different. He's not trying to plead Voltron's case. His history is displayed all over his skin and he can't choose how Darc reads it. He really, really just wants to cover himself and he's stoned enough to let himself feel a deep, frustrated pang over it that only translates into an aborted movement to cross his arms. There's nothing for it. He's just going to have to do without.]

When the Galra had me they made me fight for them in their arena. I was there for a while.