Anyway I’m still really bothered whenever people refer to Keith’s time in the desert like him having a nice nature experience as if he was off at summer camp. Like he hated school and felt suffocated by its restrictions when in fact he said after leaving the garrison he felt lost, because he loved training to be a pilot and the sense of purpose it gave him.
Because there’s a difference between spending a week at a cabin in the woods and running way, ostracizing yourself from literally all human contact after losing the person you cared about most. It’s grief and it’s ugly, it’s mourning and throwing yourself into an investigation you know nothing about because right now it’s all you have. Because you may have lost everything but you still need something to keep you going, so you just keep pinning up pictures and threading them with string, connecting all the dots in some vivacious hope that this will all lead to something. Frantically searching for some meaning in the incomprehensible aftermath.
And if you’re writing It’s killing me when you’re away, have secluded yourself alone for months and months, then you’re not there to “enjoy the quiet” or because you’re “a dirty greasy boy who loves living off the land” or whatever. The fact that there was an episode where Pidge was so affected by being left alone, she started talking to dummies of her friends after like a few hours, and yet people don’t realize the intense psychological ramifications of being isolated from all human contact for a full year, is…just very strange to me. Especially considering how one of Keith’s greatest fears is being abandoned–and by Shiro more than anyone. The fact that he packs up and leaves after Kerberos? It’s extremely telling.