Season 11.5 [Rewrite: Continuation]

Impotency

I, smile, at these frivolities.

I cannot contain myself, for it is a disused glimpse to the world I once lived in. Though no sustenance gathers, and though it suppresses our advancement, I still, saddeningly, smile.

>_<

"Nope. Not here either," she impatiently ranted as she uncovered her face.

"Have you attempted the Samurai X cave?"

Nya scrunched her face to frame her mood. "Yes P.I.X., I tried the Samurai X cave the first day. And I'm telling you, he's not here."

Today marked the fifth day of their search for Lloyd. Ever since Zane's admission, the Master of Power fled his role as leader of the ninja to replace it with runaway and coward.

The news was secluded to those in the monastery and Misako, who promised to be on the hunt. Yet after the incident, there was a city-wide hunt for him. Every ninja, Cole included, volunteered to contribute to this mission, and though many protested the Master of Earth's decision, their groans were silenced once he was deemed stable enough to chase after Lloyd.

Jay crushed a spider under his foot. Ages passed since the ninja inhabited Sensei Yang's temple, and a repair was long due. "Maybe he just needed some time off? Lloyd's been under serious pressure lately. I can't blame him for wanting to take a break."

"Wanting to take a break is fine, Jay," Nya grouchily tore a cobweb apart. "But leaving your friends without telling them where you're going, when you're coming back, or any bit of communication, is not!"

Creaks howled in the halls, and while it was to leave a human frightened, the two ignored it. This place was too haunted for the two to bother.

She collapsed the wood by her final kick, but it caused her to fall into the building. Crabby, she punched the floor to embroider her distaste.

Jay offered a smile of a hand to the water ninja. Cross, she tossed her eyes and retrieved it.

Nya dust off wood chips as Jay broke open the gates. "Isn't that what Zane did?"

Thunderous volume breathed into the voicelessness of Nya. "Forget about him."

Jay speechlessly followed her with a despairing sigh. She, along with the others, were equivalent in that disaster of a friendship: love, but, at a distance.

He, honestly didn't understand why. Why they were so, distant. Cold. It surely wasn't Zane's fault for his decisions. It was their own.

They rejected him. They were the ones who, after saving him from his sins, blatantly thought it was an automatic mental and physical plot redemption for the ninja. That Zane was peachy pristine, cleansed and baptized of his troubles.

Day by day, he cursed himself and friends for their density. Why didn't he do anything? The signs were there, the tears, shrieks, sobs and cries for help. Zane was solitarily dying, unfailingly banging at their doors for help and service.

They were too dim-witted to catch the neon-glowing wails.

Jay charged himself for this wrongdoing. He, out of this team, personally knew the torture of loneliness with his time with Nadhkhan. From the mental whips to the physical beatings, it killed the heart and crushed the bones to stumble any live youngster.

That was why he related to Zane's toils. Sometimes, the most intellectual, bright-minded engineers rushed to shoddy decisions by way of loneliness.

Zane was, by no ways, unique to this.

That was why he blamed himself. The team. Kai, Cole, Nya, Lloyd, Sensei Wu, P.I.X.A.L. This burden was theirs to distribute, but out of spite and ignorance, they lobbed it to one and brand him a scapegoat.