"Master Lloyd, maybe you should go get that checked at the hospital."

"Pix, I'm fine, it's just a scratch," Lloyd mumbled through the gauze as he snapped it with his teeth, winding the last several inches around his forearm. "And I thought I told you to stop calling me that."

"Why? You are our master now, aren't you?"

Lloyd snorted, tentatively testing his arm as he moved it back and forth. "I'm no master. I can't even keep our team together."

Pixal stared at him, shocked. "We all agreed on this, Lloyd. It is the most efficient plan to find Master Wu."

"Yeah, and whose plan was that?" Lloyd's voice was suddenly sharp.

"I believe it was Zane's, but-"

"Exactly! It was Zane's plan, not mine. I did nothing. And now, they're off searching for Master Wu, and I'm sitting here, doing nothing."

An unfamiliar sensation squeezed at Pixal's chest, one that felt hot and fierce and miserable all at the same time, before she had to remind herself that no, she didn't have a body, didn't have a chest to feel pain in, and that she was just speaking to Lloyd over the monitors.

At least, in the moment, she was.

"Zane trusted me to watch over this city," she insisted, her voice unstable- which it shouldn't be, she was a nindroid, not affected by such things- "He trusted us."

Lloyd flinched visibly, looking away from the computer they were using to talk. "Pix, I didn't mean- look, I'm sure Zane much would've rather had you come along with him, but instead you got stuck babysitting me."

"Normally, I would object, but I think you've already proven your own point," she commented, shooting a pointed glare at his bandaged arm.

Lloyd gritted his teeth, letting out a slow breath. "I get it, Pixal, I'll be more careful next time."

"A doctor's visit couldn't hurt, Lloyd."

"Will you drop it already?"

She frowned. "I wish you wouldn't grow cross with me, Master Lloyd. I am only trying to look out for you-"

Lloyd stood up sharply. "I get it, okay? I'm incompetant. You don't need to keep calling me 'master' out of pity, I know I'll never be able to live up to my unc- Master Wu."

Pixal blinked at him, stunned. "Lloyd, I never-"

"Shut up! I don't want to hear it!" And then he was reaching forward, slamming down the laptop's lid, and Pixal's world went dark.

He knew how much she hated that, when he turned her off or walked away without her consent, like she was some sort of object.

He hadn't meant it- she had learned a lot about Lloyd in their past year alone together, and he often became impulsive when he was angry in order to cover up his sensitive, insecure side. It would probably only be a matter of hours before he came running back, apologizing repeatedly, and sobbing over what a horrible friend he was as Pixal patiently waited for him to calm down. But she had grown to like and respect Lloyd, and it still stung when he snapped at her, even though the logical part of her mind knew that it wasn't really her that was the problem.

What bothered her even more so, though, was the things he said about himself. It had been abrupt, this time, but she hadn't missed the times he had slipped it in more subtly into conversation. It made her angry, how he refused to appreciate himself.

And now, stuck in this stupid form, she couldn't go after him.

Well. Technically, she could.

The Samurai X suit had been up and operational for a few months since her last major upgrade- the one that had finally given her her own, independent body, separate from just the mech itself.

But she was nervous to remove herself from the computer entirely. She was aware that she was so incredibly useful as a program, with instant access to all sorts of technology and data. She had become an asset to her team.

She liked feeling important, feeling like she was part of the group.

But being the samurai allowed her to physically be there. In these last few months, she felt like she had really grown to know and trust Lloyd- even if he didn't know it was her beneath the samurai mask. She wanted to get to know the others fully, too- she was already fairly close to Zane, but she liked the rest of the team, too- Cole, Jay, Kai, and especially Nya, Pixal felt intrigued by. She had spent some time connecting similarities between them- there were a lot of differences, too, but she felt like they could be friends. A physical form would allow her to bond with them, like a human. She was well aware she wasn't one, but she wanted to understand.

But she was afraid, too. Except for Zane, and maybe Lloyd, now, seeing the others again felt daunting. They had never been particularly close before she had been scrapped. What if they thought she was infringing on their team? The six of them had been close for so long. It would make sense if she wasn't wanted there.

She just wasn't ready, not yet. Communicating with Lloyd through the monitors would just have to do for now. It was difficult, though- it didn't seem like he took her as seriously this way.

For now, though, they had bigger problems. Lloyd's injury hadn't been too severe, from what she could tell, and would heal quickly. But it had been a sizable wound, and could leave some pretty severe scarring, if he wasn't careful with it- she knew he wouldn't be, which was why she had to keep him in line- but the point was, these were no common thieves going around, dealing this kind of damage. This gang- whoever they were- were something bigger, more dangerous than their day-to-day threats. Pixal wasn't sure if it was severe enough to start calling the others back- she didn't want to interrupt their search for Master Wu. But she would certainly have to keep a closer eye on Lloyd from now on, to make sure he didn't get in over his head.

She should probably start playing a more active role as Samurai X. Although the ninja had a tentative relationship with her mysterious persona, she wasn't about to send Lloyd against this gang alone again.

She just hoped he would have her.

The next call came in much sooner than Pixal had anticipated. At the unappealing hour of four in the morning, Lloyd hauled himself out of bed and stumbled drearily out the door at Pixal's report of a prison breach alarm coming from Kryptarium. With the rush, there was no time to talk to him, and the drive to the prison was awkward and silent.

When they arrived, it turned out the alarm had been triggered by accident. The good news was there were no criminals to stop, the bad news was that they had woken up at four am for no reason.

Not that Pixal particularly minded- sleep was inconsequential to a nindroid, but Lloyd was less than pleased.

"I mean, if you're going to have an alarm system that immediately pages the city's ninja team and makes them stop everything they're doing to rush over there, it should at least be heavily guarded. How do you even accidentally set off an emergency alarm? I thought these guys were supposed to be professionals!"

Pixal stifled a laugh as he paused, taking a sip of the iced coffee he had picked up as they had headed back. He had told her, "If I'm already up and ready, I might as well spend some time in the city for a little while. Y'know, in case they trigger any other 'alarms' that I need to go rushing off to."

"Perhaps they need a lesson from the ninja," Pixal suggested.

"I'll say," he grumbled. "I don't know how this city ever survived before we showed up."

"Well, experience is the best teacher, and you guys have triggered enough traps and alarms to last a lifetime."

"Wait, what?" Lloyd spluttered. "No, we haven't! We're highly trained ninja, we're better than that."

"Oh, really? I seem to remember quite a few in the Tournament of Elements, or the time with the technoblades, or when General Cryptor tracked you- shall I go on?"

"Shut up," Lloyd snorted, trying to hide his grin. "You don't know nothin'."

"You're right, I don't. I was only with you for a short time before I was uploaded into Zane's head, and after that, my view of your adventures was extremely limited. I can't imagine how much more trouble you got into when I wasn't there."

"I hate you," he said, attempting to scowl and failing miserably, the look on his face was too comedic for Pixal to bite back her laugh this time. It wasn't long before Lloyd joined her, and soon, he was bent over, clutching his stomach, and he had to sit down for a moment to catch his breath. Pixal felt warm inside as she watched him take a long sip from his coffee. She enjoyed seeing him like this. He had been far too tense over the last few weeks, and she missed the more childlike, carefree side of him.

After a moment, though, the expression on his face fell solemn, and he turned to the tablet they were using to communicate to look her directly in the eyes. "Pix, I'm really sorry for yelling at you last night. I was being a brat."

She paused carefully, both relieved and nervous that they were finally addressing this. "Lloyd, I know you were hurting. I am only trying to look out for you."

He put his hands behind his head. "Yeah, I know, I need to work harder-"

"Lloyd," she interrupted firmly. "That's the other thing. I need you to stop saying things like that about yourself."

He cocked his head at her. "Like what?"

Good grief, he doesn't even know he's doing it. "Talking down on yourself. I called you 'master' because that's what you are now. You've earned this title, Lloyd. Just like you've earned everything else in your life, and more. It was not my intention to say you would take your uncle's place, but say that you can be just as great of a leader as he was."

Lloyd suddenly found the cracks in the concrete to be very interesting. "See, people keep saying that, but- it's just so hard. I feel like I always mess everything up. Something always goes wrong, or worse, someone gets hurt-"

"Lloyd, you're one person. You can't expect to be successful all the time. You may be a ninja, yes, but your job is very difficult and dangerous, something most people wouldn't even dream of tackling. You're part of a team for a reason, and I'm sorry they're not here right now, but until they return, you're going to have to give yourself a little credit."

Lloyd's breathing hitched, and he scrubbed at his suspiciously wet eyes. His next words were so quiet, Pixal could barely hear them. "I just miss them. Everyone… everyone always leaves, and I'm tired of being alone all the time."

Pixal was struggling to breathe herself- even though she was a nindroid, didn't need to breathe- the sensation was still there.

She could remember when she had been alone too. Those nights after Zane had… had died, had been some of the worst times of her life. The emptiness had only made it sting worse, but when Lloyd had reached out to her, she had refused him.

She had been scared, scared to let anyone else into her life in case she lost them too, but now she realized that he had been hurting just as much as she had. She knew his friends had gone off on their own like she had, leaving him just as alone as the rest of them. She had been the cause of that, she had only hurt him more when he was already going through so much.

When she spoke again, it wasn't just for the situation at present.

"I'm sorry, Lloyd. I'm so sorry."

He looked up at the screen, his watery green eyes staring into hers, then raised an arm, his fingers ghosting the screen, before falling back to his side. He looked away, swallowing.

"What is it?"

"I just… I wish I could hug you. I wish you were here. Like, actually."

"I am much more useful in the computer, Lloyd."

"Yeah, but you're not… you're not here. I don't care about how useful you are."

Pixal let out a trembling breath, but Lloyd hardly seemed to notice, already beginning to stand up. "Sorry about being such a downer. I better get back to the Bounty, I'm sure the police have something for me to do."

"Lloyd?"

"Yeah?"

"Are you sure you're okay?"

"I'll be fine. I just… they'll be back soon. I know they aren't like… other people. They're going to come back. And besides, until then, I've got you, right?" He gave her a shy smile.

Pixal froze. This was it. He was extending- a metaphorical- hand to her. Offering her to be part of something that she had been wanting for a long time.

But it felt wrong. She wasn't a ninja. She wasn't one of his teammates. What if she was assuming wrong? What if he wasn't really asking that?

"I'm not one of the ninja, Lloyd. I can't help you the way they can."

"No, you're whoever you want to be, Pix. But you're still my friend."

Friend. Pixal felt a sudden urge to correct him, to tell him he was mistaken. "I'm not part of your team. I… I can't be."

"Trust me, Pix- in every sense that matters- you are one of us."

"Pixal, I need my car! Now!"

The nindroid's voice came out slightly crackly from the radio. "Your coordinates, Master Lloyd?"

"I'm somewhere around… well, you know how to find me."

The cable he was gripping onto slowed to a stop, then quickly began to swing back down. Squeezing his eyes shut, Lloyd prayed that Pixal knew what she was doing, and let go.

Air whipped past him as he fell freely, the fall feeling both agonizingly slow and alarmingly quick at the same time, but before he had time to question what the hell he was doing, a blur of green darted out from a nearby alleyway, and Lloyd fell into his car.

He quickly pulled himself up and took over the controls. "Impeccable timing, Pix! You're getting good at that."

"I have to do something while you're busy fighting crime, don't I?"

"Speaking of which…" Lloyd cut off, gritting his teeth as he wove in between cars on the busy street, chasing after the biker. "Who is this person? Anything you can tell me about them?"

"They appear to be affiliated with the same criminal biker gang we have been having trouble with over the last few weeks. I am afraid I cannot tell you anything other than that. They have been keeping a very low profile."

"Well, whoever they are, they're good. I'll keep you posted." Gritting his teeth, he pushed on the gas and shot through the streets after the mysterious biker. They were a skilled driver, but Lloyd wasn't lacking in that department either, and soon, he had caught up to the biker. The person's eyes glowed an eerie red through their mask, their expression emotionless, and Lloyd forced his gaze away for a moment to examine the object in the back of his bike- presumably the stolen item. It was a red mask, with an ugly, beast-like face patterned over the top, complete with a mouth of crooked, yellowing teeth, and deep, glowering eyes. It looked like nothing more than a costume. Lloyd wondered what they could possibly want with it.

Putting on another burst of speed, he pulled in front of the biker, making them screech to a halt to avoid a collision. The two of them stared each other down, only a short stretch of road between them.

The criminal revved his engine, and suddenly, was racing towards Lloyd. Lloyd began to do the same, and just when he thought the biker was about to hit him head-on, mechanical arms extended from the bike, driving into the road, and sending the biker flying over his head. Lloyd slammed to a halt and jumped out of the car, running over to the bridge as the biker went over the edge. He yanked something near his chest, and all of a sudden, a big sheet was billowing out from his back, gray and black and red-

Lloyd's breath caught in his throat as the parachute unfolded fully, revealing the emblem of a face that Lloyd had never thought he would see again.

No, no, no. Lloyd stumbled back from the railing, his breath hitching in his chest as he tried desperately to draw it in. This doesn't mean anything. Perhaps they just are a fan of Garmadon, it doesn't mean he's here-

But it wasn't working. His body just wasn't listening to him, his heart beating too fast, his breath trembling and shallow, and his head-

"Lloyd!" A voice came from seemingly out of nowhere, and in his panicked state, he couldn't, he couldn't-

"Lloyd, it's Pixal. What's happened, why aren't you responding?"

Oh. It was Pixal, on… on the radio. With trembling fingers, he reached down and switched on his mic. "...Pix?"

"Lloyd, don't scare me like that, what's wrong?"

"Pixal… Pixal, I don't know…" Oh gosh, he was spiraling, spiraling hard, panic swamped his brain as images of his father flashed before his eyes, first running off with the golden weapons, then trying to kill him when the Overlord had taken over, then when he had submerged under the ocean, down, down, down with the Preeminent-

No! Lloyd's eyes snapped open, scattering the images. He couldn't be thinking about this now, not- not when-

Oh gosh. His father couldn't be involved with this gang, he couldn't. He was gone, gone for good. He missed him, so, so much, but nothing with his father was ever that simple. Something always went wrong, and Lloyd was just beginning to get over his last death, he couldn't- couldn't live through the pain again-

"Lloyd, Lloyd listen to me, just try to breathe-"

He could barely hear her. His legs had stopped working, and he sunk to the ground, hugging his knees to his chest, trying to remember to breathe. The last thing he needed was to pass out from lack of oxygen.

He buried his face between his knees, gulping through the sobs. Dammit, why was he like this, he hadn't had an episode this bad since Morro-

And now he was thinking about that part of his life, one he had so desperately hoped to forget- it had been years, why was still not over that, he had gotten good at suppressing those feelings long ago, but when he got like this, he couldn't control anything-

He hated when he got like this, it was so terrifying, he just wanted to go home, he just wanted Kai to be here, why was he always all alone-

Suddenly, firm, cool arms were wrapping around him, pulling him close. Lloyd gasped, his eyes flying open sharply.

A pair of glowing green eyes stared back at him, shadowed with fear. "Hey," she whispered, her metallic jaw moving with the words, "I'm here now. You're going to be okay."

He had lost it, he was hallucinating, how was- how was she here-

"Pixal?!"

"Yeah," her voice was quiet, rubbing her fingers across his palm. "It's me. I'm here."

"How?"

"I'm Samurai X, Lloyd."

"Oh." Vaguely, a part of his mind told him he should be more surprised by that piece of information, but he was just tired. His mind was already on overdrive, he couldn't afford to take in anything else.

"Lloyd." Pixal's voice was scared, and he realized he was trembling in her grip. "Please, what has happened to you?"

"It's- it's…" Lloyd gasped for breath. "My dad, he- the biker, he was- he had-" and those words alone were too much. Everything was breaking, splintering apart right in front of his eyes, and he clutched onto Pixal like she was his lifeline- in a way, she was. She felt different from Kai's warm, soft touch- harder and cooler- but sturdier and stronger, too. And right now, Lloyd could use a bit of strength.

But most of all, she was here.

"Why did you tell me?" He managed to get out. "Out of everyone, you told me first? Not Zane?"

Pixal was silent for a moment. "I know what it's like. I mean, not exactly- I can't feel what you are feeling right now. But… feeling emotions has been hard. Draining. You, out of all people, seem to know that. But you're still so strong through everything. I just… you helped me to see how to heal. How to get better." She paused, looking down at her hands. "But I guess it doesn't always work out that way. I figured it was about time I helped you back."

He leaned his head into her lap, examining her long, silver fingers, brushing them gently. "I like you like this. You're pretty."

He wasn't looking at her face, but he could almost feel her smile. "Thank you. I worked hard to make this. I wanted to make sure… that I was better, this time. I still have some modifications to make, but…"

Lloyd winced, feeling a pang of guilt. "I'm sorry I made you show me before you were ready."

"Lloyd," she said firmly. "This was my choice. Not yours." She took one hand and turned his chin so their gazes met, green on green. "I trust you. I always have."

Lloyd felt his lip tremble. "I-"

Pixal stopped him. "It's okay, Lloyd. You don't have to say it. I know."

Lloyd curled into her side and wept.