Five felt his breath halt, body tensing as he stared at Klaus and oh fuck- He killed his little brother.
On the 12th hour of the first day of October, a child was born on the roadside to a woman who wasn't pregnant when dawn first broke. Unlike it's siblings, the child was dead before it lived.
Voltron was doing fine without him, they didn't seem to miss him, or care about him. So why should he care about them?