Do you ever think about how Keith spent a year staring at the sky, wondering whether Shiro was out there, whether he was alive, whether he was dead, whether he was spaced or killed or suffocated in a tin can with no air, whether it hurt, whether he suffered.... .... Just thinking about Keith, trying to figure out how to both grieve and hold on. Because we know he held on, we know he kept the faith, we know he looked up at the stars and said, 'no, you will not take him from me.'