Wu stood at the end of the hallway where his father's study was. He didn't need to be right outside the door to hear his brother yelling; in fact, he could be on the other side of the monastery and he might still be able to hear it. Though if he wanted to understand anything being said, he needed to be at least at the end of the hallway.
But at the moment, he wasn't focused on what Garmadon was yelling about. And chances were, it wouldn't be anything new. These episodes consisted mostly of his brother raging on about how it was Wu's fault and how he hated his brother and his life, and the list went on of all the other horrible things Wu had probably heard before.
No, the boy was thinking, thinking of ways he might be able to help his brother. He knew that his father believed there was nothing that could be done. He had said time and time again to Wu that he couldn't help. But Wu refused to believe it. He was convinced he could help, and he would.
Wu turned around and went to his bedroom where he grabbed an empty notebook, then made his way towards the library. He slid open the doors and took a deep breath. The scent of old books reached him and he smiled. The library was one of the only places he could still feel at peace. He set his notebooks down on one of the desks, then went off among the books. Not that he was entirely sure what he was looking for, but he assumed amongst the many books there, he would find something useful.
Wu browsed through the books, pulling out random ones, glancing at them briefly, then putting them back. It was a repetitive, mindless action that allowed him to think. He needed to decide where he would start if he was going to find a way to cure his brother. There had to be something, some way to help Garmadon. He was determined to do it, no matter what.
He pulled out a book with a snake on the cover, twisting across it, top to bottom. Wu traced it with his finger, from the very end of its tail to the fangs coming from its mouth. He drummed his fingers on it, then traced the snake again.
"The Great Devourer!" he exclaimed, the realization hitting him. If he was going to begin anywhere, that seemed to be the best place.
So, off he went to begin his process of perusing the library, beginning to end, for any book he thought could be helpful. Starting at the first shelf, and going all the way to the last, he started the painstaking process.
It took him several hours to do so, and just like that, his afternoon was gone. By the time he finished it was getting dark and he had four stack of books on the desk, each about half his height.
Wu took a deep breath and sat down. He looked out the window and saw the sunset. He sighed and stood up again as he realized he should go start dinner.
Wu walked out of the library towards the kitchen. Along the way, he realized the yelling had stopped. He had no recollection of when it had, but it had. He breathed a sighed of relief. That was usually a good sign.
When he came to the kitchen, Wu could hear the sound of a knife already chopping. Walking in, he found Garmadon at the counter, busy with preparations.
"Glad to see you so strongly value punctuality," Garmadon said sarcastically without even turning around.
"Sorry," Wu apologized as he came up behind his brother. "I was doing something and I lost track of the time."
Garmadon turned around and shoved a bag of rice into his face. "Shut up. Save it for someone who cares and get to work."
Wu took the rice and began to measure it as he fought back tears.
He would fix this.