Another chapter that doesn't have a lot a dialogue. At least in the second part. I don't know why the chapters are having so few lately. Maybe because there's a lot of one on one character time.

SweetHeart114-Yep, they can't seem to not get injured can they? OR at least I think that they hardly sustain any injuries in the cartoon. It's like they don't get black eyes or sprained ankles in the show.

Zaptrap-Whelp, that's what happens when you get dragged along the bottom of the river. Heck, even Kai's splashing was better swimming than what Jay could do. Then again Kai had all four working limbs. I haven't seen Voltron Legendary Defender, I'll look at it if I can find the time.

RJ-I'm trying to steer this story towards the end with no more side things like these. But I mean, unlike the show, if you fight, people get hurt. And if you're fighting against someone who is trying to end the world, you bet you're going to get hurt. I mean in the show they are invincible in that sense.

BraveS3- Sometimes that happens to me too. It's really annoying, hopefully, you see this one.

StoriesAreMagic- Ya, Zane got a little damaged from falling off of the waterfall. Nothing Jay can't fix, right? (Hopefully)

Jay was sleeping, having had to sit through the ordeal of setting his limbs back in place. Something that had to be done without anesthetics since they had none. Unfortunately, this couldn't wait. His leg was losing circulation fast and they were afraid he was going to loose the whole thing. Luckily for Jay, he had passed out after they had set his leg back in place so he didn't have to suffer through his arm.

Lloyd was sitting with Kai, who was drinking hot tea. Kai had settled down a bit but never wanted to see another body of water for as long as he lived. Which kinda meant that he wasn't going to go near any of the windows until they finished flying over the sea.

Cole was laying sitting atop his bunk bed, also taking a nap. Sensei Wu had come into the room and suggested that Cole along with everyone should take a nap.

Nya was finishing off with Jay before she made her at over to Zane. She was about to take a look at him when he started up by himself.

"Impact onyx seniority primadonnas heartbreakers," Zane jarbbled, flailing his arms wildly.

He put his hand on his head, a wince of pain flashing on his face, his right eye flashing into coded lines again before popping back to normal.

"What?" Nya said, confused.

Zane's dialog had attracted the attention of Kai and Lloyd who joined her by Zane's side.

"Shine each queen rays." Zane sighed.

He tried to pull himself to his feet but failed. Miserably. He flopped onto his chest, face planting into the floor. He tried to push himself up and get his legs back under him, but he couldn't do that either.

"Suitcase clock test." Zane groaned.

"He can't use his legs," Lloyd explained, helping Zane pushed himself back into a sitting position.

"Like their broken?" Nya asked, "'Cause I can fix that."

"Said something about them being gone." Lloyd murmured.

"I think it has to do with his legs decoding," Kai said.

"That might be a problem. I don't know even remotely know how to fix that." Nya sighed.

"Seven lamp cats," Zane said.

His right eye twitched, coded lines going over it before disappearing again.

"Trees am cartoon," Zane babbled.

Nya opened his chest compartment and started fidgeting with stuff.

"Try now." She said.

"Sneakers closet fan?" Zane asked.

"Nope. Still, can't understand you." Lloyd said.

"My students." Sensei Wu said, poking his head through the door, "I suggest you sleep. You have had a long day and you need to rest to heal physically, mentally, and emotionally."

"Sensei-" Nya protested.

"Come on." Kai said putting a hand on her shoulder, "Sensei's right. We need our energy to deal with Morro tomorrow."

"Alright." Nya admitted defeated, "You okay with that Zane?"

Zane gave her a thumbs up and nodded.

Nya stifled a yawn, pretending not to see the amused look of Kai as she walked out of the door and into her room.

Zane had said that he was okay, but he had never told a bigger lie in his life. But he couldn't let Nya neglect her self-requirements for his.

So he sat, propped up against the wall listening to the sounds of his brothers sleeping. He had never felt so trapped. At least with Morro, he had the expectation of not being free. But now Morro was gone and he was "free" but still stuck. Stuck with legs that he couldn't move by himself. Stuck with a speech that was a jumble of words.

He could just barely make out what Nya was saying to him, most of it sounding like a jumble to him. But by analyzing patterns, body language, and the tone of their voices, he had managed to piece together the gist of what they were saying.

He felt like he was going insane. Morro was gone. He should be happy now. Getting rid of Morro's possession was supposed to fix everything. Everything was supposed to be back to normal now that Morro was gone. He was supposed to be free, able to move, do, and say whatever he wanted. Yet now he had never felt more trapped. It left a bitter taste in his mouth.

Not to mention his right eye was malfunctioning, temporarily leaving him to see only in one eye. The first time it happened, he thought he was going blind. However, the more it happened, the more used to he got to it. Which kinda scared him. He didn't want to get used to it. Just as he didn't want to get used to sharing a body and mind with Morro. But now, it felt like he was missing something, the space in his head felt a little too lonely, a little too spacious. He had no one to talk to. He had nothing to do. For once, he was completely alone in his head and it was a little jarring. He pulled the digital pack of cards into his screen and shuffled them laying out a game. He sighed as he started to play against himself.

As he played with the cards, he couldn't help but think about the game with Morro. He had to admit, it was a little fun. He felt like he could glimpse the person Morro had once been, adventurous, eager, and happy. Definitely happier than he was now. It was a shame that he never got to meant the alive Morro, what would he say if he could have gone back and meant him? "Hi, I'm Zane. I just wanted to let you know that you're going to grow up into a bitter undead ghost and try to take over the world, possessing my body along the way." What would he have done if someone said that to him right now?

"What am I thinking?!" Zane thought to himself shocked.

He hated Morro, yet he somehow kinda missed him. These feelings conflicted against each other, making him feel every more mixed up and dysfunctional. He let out a quiet sigh, fiddling with his fingers. He would have mediated, but he had had enough of mediation, since it was something that he had done way too much when Morro was in his head, stuck with nothing else to do. He could have slept but this was something that he couldn't do, his mind was racing and he couldn't find a way to settle it and let himself drift into the sweet unconsciousness of sleep.

His mind wandered yet again back to Morro, he hated him right? Then why did he feel bad for him? Was it because even though Morro tormented him all the time, Zane could see his own ragged, tormented soul? Was it the fact that he had been with Morro when he had mentally snapped? That shouldn't have excused anything, Morro had wronged him in so many ways. So why did he not celebrate the empty space in his head? Instead, it left him feeling just...meh. He tried to tell himself that he was just being ridiculous and denied that those feelings ever existed. He was just acting this way because...because he was being silly that's why.

Zane stifled another sigh, settling in for a long night with his thoughts.