"The one who lay fingers on you? No,"

"A fool. His passing was a blessing."

He raised na eyebrow. “… Are you okay?”

//Food time

He watched her circle him, eyes narrowed as he didn't move. "Clearly something is bothering you."

"Well, firstly I am aware of my reputation. Secondly, you're inspecting me like a science project."

"What happened?" He laughed and shook his head. "Do you mean why am I being less... Evil emperor?"

Sighing Zarkon rolled his eyes. "Honerva is working diligently at the impact site on Dibazaal. As for myself, I am... Trying my best..."

Zarkon nodded. "She is, yes."

"I hear there are... Various versions of many of us out there. I assume I am one of a few of me, and she, in turn, is one of a few of her."

"It can be. Stumble upon a version of someone who is less than desirable and it could end badly."

He took a step forward, slowly reaching out. "Are you okay?"

“Forgive me, I never meant to confuse you.” He tentatively placed a hand on her shoulder.

Zarkon watched her fall to her knees and raised an eyebrow. "It's clear you're not okay, can I call someone to help you? A friend or loved one?"

"Well, okay." He knelt next to Marak, his hands on her shoulders.

Valentine's day... Hmm...

"Look at my son... Pride is not the word I'm looking for."👀

Zarkon on his death be: “Lotor, my son. I am so glad you came.” Lotor, creeping up with a pillow to smother him: “I had unfinished business.”

Zarkon, making a speech: “And to my dear son… Um…” Reads smudged name on hand. “Lobo.” Honerva: “Lotor.” Zarkon: “Whatever…”

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