if i beg you to stay will you stay ('cause you know i ain't too proud to plead)

Days, months, years, who knew how long Keith had been stranded here. Long enough to start on a shelter, long enough to locate a food source, long enough to have one too many conversations with Kr- with his mother. The hours all bled together only to drip apart like honey, smooth and sap-like. It's the kinda thing Pidge would've gone nuts for, if they were here. Keith, however, just found it boring.What was the point? What was the point of shelter when it never rained, what was the point of food if they never got hungry, what was the point of talking if Keith had already heard everything Krolia had to say? There wasn't one. There wasn't a point in sword training either, but they kept that up too. Slashing through each day, or hour, or month with their same schedule, routine and military, unbreakable. Except...except for the visitor.aka: what if mothman misato was an alien and stuck on the cosmic whale with keith and krolia. what if. like what if.