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two headlights shine through the sleepless night
and i will get you, and get you alone
your name has echoed through my mind
and i just think you should, think you should know
that nothing safe is worth the drive
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Artist: Luci_Shads
TW: assault
Around me, things were bustling as the ninja prepared for round two. I would've stayed glued to my spot, staring at Morro, if it hadn't been for Garmadon taking me into the bowel of the Bounty.
"Maybe I'd be more help if I had these stupid powers under control," I lamented as Garmadon led me down the hallway to store me in a safe space like a child. "It is simply not your time yet," he said hurriedly, opening a door and ushering me inside. "Until then; stay put." I nodded slowly, standing in the middle of the room as Garmadon quickly left to help the others prepare for Morro's second wave of attacks. He shut the door. I was alone.
The ship swayed in the wind and I felt the all-too-familiar feeling of panic grip at my gut. If Morro had control over the wind, what if he made the ship crash? Nya was doing her best to drive the ship despite his attacks, but how long can she last? How long can the Bounty? I closed my eyes and focused on evening my erratic breathing and calming my heart. I didn't know how long this fight would last or I'd stay in this room for, but it would be best if I at least tried to calm myself down before I fell into another panic attack.
I didn't have Lloyd to settle me down from one this time.
Wow, okay, thank you intrusive thought. Now I'm crying again. Damn. There was shouting from above deck. The ship lurched and I stumbled, so I quickly surveyed the room - some old storage space, I was guessing; the lights were too dim to make out anything - and scurried to press myself between a crate and the wall to somewhat stabilise myself. I felt dumb, hiding in the dark like a scared little kid. But I was a scared little kid, so I suppose it held some truth. Part of me itched to be up on the deck. To help fight. Maybe even make a difference. To feel useful in getting Lloyd back. But as much as I hated to admit it, I knew I couldn't.
