The days blur together while Lloyd sits on the front porch of the monastery, and waits for the sky to split open and bleed purple so he can nurture it back to the beautiful blue he admires
72 hours after the merge and cell towers were still down, and access to the internet was but a dream. If you wanted to talk with someone, you had to get up on your own two feet and go looking for yourself, not knowing if the person you were looking for was a neighborhood or a realm away.
He marched into Ninjago City in his brilliant green gi looking for his family, only to be bombarded with panicked crowds of people. Many scrambling to find loved ones or raiding stores for supplies. He was shoved and pushed around and for a moment he didn’t even recognize the city he grew up protecting. He was instantly recognized and adults and children alike ran to him for answers, for help…. And hope.
He sweated, choked on his words, and cowardly fled the scene. He couldn’t lead them, he couldn’t bare to be a figure head when he himself had so many questions and feelings left unresolved.
Hours turned into weeks but he couldn’t tell if it felt like days or months. He hesitated when he couldn’t remember if Kai left the monastery to search for their family three days ago or a week ago. Shame was written over his heart, much like when he abandoned his duties after Nya’s passing.
He passed the time by cleaning, it was always the thing that gave him a sense of normalcy whenever he craved it. His home was filled with bittersweet memories and keepsakes from his family, he felt a responsibility to protect their home, it was the least he could do.
72 hours after Kai left the monastery, Lloyd found a camera after digging in a closet. He powered it up and dug into the footage, reliving the days from his past, the ones before the merge. It was all too bitter and sweet all the same, and his tears fled from his eyes.
72 hours after he found that camera, he couldn’t bare to see it collect dust on the coffee table where Kai and Cole spend hours playing video games. He grabbed the camera, dressed himself in anything but green, and left the monastery for the first time in weeks.
He marched toward the city but was stopped in his tracks. It almost felt like possession, and in some way, it did feel like fear had possessed him.
He couldn’t bare to take another step, but he could raise his camera, and so he snapped a picture of Ninjago City in the distance. He hid behind the lense, and only then could he face what his home— his world, has become.
He kept his distance, out of sight out of mind he thought, as he snapped pictures of the city streets, raided stores, and crowds of people looking for loved ones.
He hid behind the lense for so long he nearly became a myth, and when Wyldfire came to him with a shoebox full of those photos, he brought his hands to his chest, instinctively wanting to snap a photo and remain behind those lenses.
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