It had been a week since Zane's death, and Garmadon's age was catching up with him. Now at the monestary, he was lying down, wanting to pass on peacefully.
"Father...please don't leave..." Lloyd sobbed, clutching his father's hand as tight as he could without hurting him. He didn't dare to leave Garmadon's side.
"L-Lloyd..." Garmadon looked up, weakly smiling. "Oh...I love you so much...but I'm so sorry...I don't want you to have to watch me leave this world like this...
"I just...I just don't want you to leave me...not again..." Lloyd couldn't help it. Tears overflowed from his eyes and slowly fell down his cheek.
Garmadon sighed, reaching up to put a hand on his son's cheek, lightly stroking it. "Shhh... I'm sorry... It's too late. I'm truly sorry, my son...sometimes there's just not enough time...but I've always loved you. I'm so proud of you. So proud of who you've...you've become. You're my miracle child, Lloyd... No matter what happens to me, wherever I am, I will always be with you in your heart watching over you. I will miss you more than anything..."
"Me too, Dad..." Lloyd whimpered. "I just..."
"I'm sorry..." Garmadon was gradually getting weaker and weaker by the second. He pulled Lloyd close, but it was very painful. "Agh...it hurts..."
"Dad..." Lloyd lowered him back on the bed. "Don't use up strength...I need you here with me...don't go...don't go..."
"Lloyd...Montgomery...Garmadon...I love you...Goodbye..." Garmadon's body fell limp.
"Dad..." Lloyd couldn't contain it any longer, sobbing into his father's chest.
"No...no..."
There was no reversal
Nothing could ever change it.
Garmadon had died.