Lotor was often lonely. There weren’t any other six-year-olds—or cubs, period—on the main fleet, leaving him with nobody for company except for the Druids who were in charge of his care. And they never let him have any kind of fun. He was always caught—usually by the back of his shirt—before he could try to play with something in the lab or run off to explore other parts of the ship that were otherwise off limits. However, even if the Druids were normally observant, Lotor had gotten rather good at sneaking off to explore on his own. He now thought of it as a game—the longer he avoided being caught, the better the escapade had gone.
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