Lloyd hated being helpless.
I t was feeling he'd felt many times, especially in fights.
It was the feeling he'd felt when he was young, being stopped of stealing by the ninja, and again as he tried to save the same four ninja who took him in.
It was the feeling he felt when the Overlord captured him and took part of his powers.
And, it was the feeling he had right now, as Zane battled the Golden Master Overlord alone.
Lloyd didn't know much about Zane.
Zane was kind, and when he was a kid, he treated him like he was a child, but in the good way. Like a big brother would, instead of a teacher. And, it was fun asking Zane probabilities and seeing if he knew them.
Zane was also the one who saved him from the Overlord earlier.
Though he'd never said it, Lloyd heard Zane's voice as his powers were being sucked dry. They gave him courage, strength to fight the Overlord's plan and get away. Without Zane, the world would be lost.
Which is why he hated not being able to anything as Zane died.
To him, it made no sense. Zane couldn't die, he was a robot. He should be invincible. It was one of the fantasies Lloyd held onto. Yet, it shattered when he went to Zane's funeral, Kai's words washing over him. Brotherhood was what powered Zane, at least that was what Kai said, but Lloyd knew the truth. Zane was a nindroid, and was powered by an electrical source. However, Zane was probably the humane person out there, and Lloyd wished to see him again. Alas, dreams don't always come true, as Lloyd had found out long ago. So he watched as the statue was revealed, and went home, utterly defeated.
The Overlord must be laughing at him from his grave.
Lloyd was walking around in his room when he bumped into his art supplies. A pink crayon fell out.
Pink.
A memory surfaced, of when he mixed Zane's ninja clothes with Kai's in the wash on purpose, making them turn pink. A laugh bubbled out of his throat when he thought of how silly the usually neutral and expressionless the ice ninja looked. Then, he stopped, his heart constricting painfully at the thought that he would never see Zane again, whether in white or pink. He took his sketch book and began to draw with the pink crayon, to draw a memory he knew so well. When he was finished, he could see the pink ninja he wished for, no matter what the color, and tears streamed down his cheeks. He pinned it up on his wall, admiring it. If he hadn't been a ninja, he probably would have been a artist. He supposed that's why he liked comic books so much.
Many people say that the greatest of artists could bring their drawings to life, but Lloyd knew that it wasn't true, though he wished it was.
Never had he felt so helpless.