[Empathy may be Keith's weakest area, but this is a sentiment that he knows well. Having been half alien, feeling as if something was different about him—he never really knew why. His father died before he could get any answers. And his entire life after that point was making it so that people would give up on him before they were let down. It was a means of playing the game. What game? Keith wasn't entirely aware at the time. He's a little embarrassed by it now.

And here? Here he's trying to be a paladin without a team. Voltron can't form with just one person. It needs the four others. He knows that better than anyone. Half his journey has been accepting that about himself.]

I felt that before. [He frowns. His hands move, ever so slightly.] I feel it now. I have a small team back home, and I can't do anything without them. I keep saying it's my job to do certain things, but what good am I without them?

[This isn't about him. Keith says it straightforwardly, hoping that she'll understand that he's ... sharing for a reason.]

Do you miss someone, or miss what you could do? What you could accomplish? I guess I understand both.