***Wowzas, this is a long one! We're at almost 4500 words! That being said, this chapter is a huge (HUGE) turning point in the story. I giggled. I swooned. I cried. The song won't be revealed until Nya's POV, since I don't want to ruin Jay's for you. Why, you ask? Because Nya's POV is super dramatic. SUPER. DRAMATIC. Save it for later if you're looking for something to cheer you up.***

***(Jay's POV)***

It's the part of the movie where Paul finds Holly at the library alone. I watch, on the edge of my seat, knowing he'll tell her how he feels. This movie never gets old.

Nya's just as glued to the screen as I.

"What's the matter with you anyway? What's happened?"

"Would you please just leave me alone?"

"Holly – I love you."

***Directly taken from Breakfast at Tiffany's***

Nya stares as the actress says nothing and walks away. "It's not supposed to happen that way," she breathes.

"What do you mean?" I ask.

"Well – haven't you seen them together? She loves him, too. Shouldn't she be ecstatic? That's the way it always goes."

"Not in this movie."

"But – that's not fair to Paul!" She pauses the film.

I shrug. "Holly's afraid of what love will do to her. She doesn't want to be tied down without desiring the other person."

"But love never really fades! It just changes over time! So if she loves him now, she'll love him later. Why is she afraid?"

Zane chooses that moment to walk in. "Dinner's ready."

I can smell the scrumptious blend of apples and cinnamon. "Would you like me to make you a plate?" I offer. "We can eat while we finish the movie."

She snickers. "Did you just say 'make you a plate'?"

I shrug. "Yeah. Why?"

She full-out laughs. "Jay, that's such a down-home thing to say! Where did you grow up?"

I shrug. "The outskirts of Ninjago City?"

"You must be pretty far out, then."

"Yeah." I scratch the back of my neck, wondering how she'll take my next statement. "My parents own a junkyard."

"Really?" she asks. "No wonder you have an affinity for tinkering."

I chuckle, glad she's not repulsed by my upbringing. "Yep. I'm sure I get it from my dad."

She's quiet for a moment. "So you never knew your birth father?"

I shake my head. "Nope. I figure there must've been some reason my mother left him."

"She sounds like a wonderful person, Jay."

"She was." I debate on whether I should tell her –

"What's wrong?" she questions, concerned.

"What do you mean?"

"You look sad."

I smile in spite of the pain. She can read me so well. "My mom – I have some memories of her, but..." My voice becomes scratchy and drops in volume. "Sometimes, I think I confuse what I know of her with Holly Golightly."

She regards me for a moment, then cautiously asks, "What do you mean?"

I stare into her caring eyes, shining like sea glass, and know I can trust her. "One time, when I was around eight, I saw a poster for a Broadway showing of Breakfast at Tiffany's. I tugged my dad over to come see it, since I was convinced the lady on the front was my mother." I swallow. "It wasn't. It was just a photo of Holly from the movie."

"It's okay. That's just her appearance."

"See, that's not the only thing I've mixed up. I realize the mom I remember is oddly similar to Holly. What if I've constructed memories for myself, so she doesn't seem so far away?"

Nya rests her head on my shoulder. "I'm sorry, Jay. It must be hard, not knowing what happened to her."

"I'd like to think she's somewhere nice right now. But then – why didn't she come back for me?" The question plagues me at night. I can't reconcile the mom I remember with abandoning me. She must be someplace hard, or –

I don't finish that thought.

"Jay," Nya says sympathetically. "It's all right. There's nothing wrong with hoping for the best."

I close my eyes against the fear. "But what if I hope too much, then find out I'm wrong? What if I let myself wonder – maybe even believe – that she's lost, but I'll find her someday? What if it turns out...she stopped looking for me? Or that she's" – my voice rasps – "dead?" I inhale and look fresh on Nya. "I don't know that I was ever enough for her."

Our eyes lock for seconds, moments, minutes. Some small part of me is terrified Nya will agree with that statement. The rest of me sees her soul and knows she'd never believe that about me.

She leans forward, almost imperceptibly. "Jay," she murmurs.

"Yes?" I gruffly reply.

"You are enough." Her hand inches toward my face. I can't look away.

When she finally touches me, her finger traces my freckles from one cheek to the other. A smile plays at her lips.

Her lips that are close enough to touch, if I move only a few centimeters closer.

"Jay, what do you think when you look at me?" she whispers.

I laugh slightly, raising my hand to cup hers at my face. "It's so hard to say. I lose my mind every time I see you. But I think the word I'd use would be strong."

Her blue depths study mine. "Why?"

I can't resist inclining toward her, just a little more. I can feel her shallow breaths at my chin now.

My mouth rests at her ear. "You're strong because you don't let anyone else define you. You've been through the flames, but continue to live. You stick up for the outcast, for the wounded, the weak. You're strong because you're not afraid of being broken."

"Jay?" I almost don't catch her breathless voice.

"Jay..." She waits for me to look at her. "I've never been kissed."

"You kissed Lloyd during truth or dare." I hate to remember that moment.

"Somehow, I don't think" – she gasps gently as I frame her face in my hands – "I don't think that counts."

A leisurely smile spreads across my lips. "Do you want one that does?"

She stares into my eyes, mesmerized. "That does what?"

I tilt my head ever-so-slowly, so my lips are just poised over hers.

"Do you want a kiss that counts?" I breathe.

She doesn't answer, instead shifting her gaze from my lips to my eyes. Her nod is shaky.

I softly draw her face up to meet mine, watching her eyelids flutter closed.

And then, we meet.

I can tell she's not very experienced, but her lips are warm and soft and dream-worthy to me. I've always imagined what a moment like this would be, and...it's amazing. Nya doesn't need experience because knowing she's right here, showing her affections for me openly, is...fantastic. 

I realize now that life is so gray without Nya: Okay on its own, but when paired with her, it's brilliant.

That's the moment it becomes clear: Nya is the one for me. She may not be completely sure, but I am. I can see myself two weeks from now, two years from now, two decades. In every situation, she's there in my arms. Together, I know we can take on the good, the bad, the mundane.

We belong with each other.

Nya melts into my kiss, wrapping her arms around my shoulders. I know she's starting to see a future with me, too. She feels the same emotions as I. We're like two pieces of a puzzle, finally finding each other.

I pull away slightly and rest my forehead on hers.

"Jay...that was..." She giggles a little. "Breathtaking."

My head is clouded with happiness and hormones, but I gruffly whisper, "Yes, you are."

She blushes. "I know I've already told you more times than you want to hear, but...I'm falling for you."

A happy hum escapes my mouth as my hands brush her hair from her face. "It never gets old. And same to you."

Cole pokes his head in. "Hey, are you guys going to – oh." I guess he sees he interrupted us.

Now I'm the one blushing. "Uh, Cole, we'll be there in a second."

"Oh, no, just, uh – take your time." He scurries away.

Nya laughs. "Poor guy. You think we should join them?"

"Right after this." I plant a tiny kiss on her forehead. "And this." I move to her nose. "And – "

She moves her lips to intercept mine for one sacred moment, then leans back. "All right, lover boy. Let's go get some pie." She straightens.

"I don't think it'll taste right. Not after that kiss, at least." Gosh, I'm in heaven.

She laughs and leans her head against me. I enfold her in my arms.

"I'm so glad you hid behind Sensei's shrubbery, Jay."

"And, strange as it sounds, I'm glad you had a non-romantic night under the stars with Lloyd. I guess we can thank Kai for his overprotective streak."

"Just this once." She winks at me and saunters to the kitchen.

I'm hopeless now.

***(Nya's POV; song for this chapter: "Say Something" by A Great Big World and Christina Aguilera)***

https://youtu.be/5wZhzlN9llU

After we finished the movie, Jay and I decided to stay up late in the kitchen. I'm too worried about Lloyd to sleep. He won't answer any of my messages, and when I called Kai to ask if Lloyd had made it to the hospital, my brother responded in the negative.

"Don't worry," Jay admonishes, seeing my expression. "I'm sure he'll turn up soon."

"What if the Sons of Garmadon got to him? He might need our help."

"If they did, Nya, we'll take this problem on together. I have faith we can make things right." His hand strokes mine, causing a thrill to tingle all up my arm.

I bite my lip, refocusing. "But we'll be missing our leader."

An engine rumbles outside, and I release a huge sigh.

"See?" Jay smiles. He plants a kiss on my forehead. "All your worrying was for nothing."

"Well, excuse me if I haven't mastered positive thinking yet!" I shove him playfully, then get up from the spot beside him. "I'm going to go greet him."

"You mean, tell him off?"

"Precisely."

"Need company?"

I wince at the hopeful look on his face. "Sorry, Jay, but I don't think Lloyd is really in the mood to see you right now."

His exhale is sad. "Yeah, you're probably right."

I pat his back. "He'll get over it. Will you wait for me here, though? I don't want to end our time together just yet." It feels good to finally relax, especially with Jay.

"Anything for you," he charms.

I laugh as I exit toward the door. Jay is so sweet. I don't know why I didn't crush on him before our fake relationship. He's better boyfriend material than I ever –

The door to the monastery swings open, revealing a disheveled Lloyd. His eyes look wild and slightly unfocused. I'm immediately on high alert.

"Lloyd, what happened?" I ask urgently.

He stumbles forward. "Nya, we need to talk." His speech is slurred, and a scent that's always been foreign to him wafts my way.

Alcohol.

"Lloyd! You said you'd never drink while underaged!" I whisper-shout. It's a good thing Misako's in the basement doing research, or he would be in so much trouble.

"Come with me onto the deck. Please?"

Alarm bells go off in my head. I can hear Kai's lecture now. However, this is my best friend, and I can take care of myself. Even if I did theoretically need help, Jay's still awake in the kitchen. Zane and Cole wouldn't be long behind him, either.

"What did you do?" I ask, forcing my voice to remain even. Now that we're outside, I close the door behind us.

"Rumi's party was still in full swing. I decided I could use a little liquid encouragement."

All right, now I can't help but get angry. "You could've spilled our whole plan to Harumi! Are you nuts?"

"It's your fault! My life is falling apart. I'm supposed to be taking care of the team, to be the strong one, to protect my friends. But Wu disappeared, Kai's a mess, Skylor's in a coma. My girlfriend has been cheating on me with darkness during our entire relationship, and I never knew! And where has my best friend been? She's been falling for another guy! I needed you, and you weren't there for me! Tell me, truthfully, if you" – he swallows as if it's painful to speak – "love Jay."

But I can't answer. I can't break Lloyd's heart, but I can't break Jay's, either.

He points an accusatory finger at me. "You do love him. That means you don't love me!"

"Lloyd, you're drunk. You should get some rest." I try to push him toward the door, but he shoves me off.

Lloyd is...strangely terrifying when he's not in his right mind.

He uses his bulk to shove me up against the railing. I can smell the alcohol on his breath as he towers over me.

"Lloyd, let me go," I plead. I could defend myself, but I can't hurt my best friend.

"No. Not until you tell me, once and for all, which one of us you choose. It's me or Jay, Nya. I need you. I hope you understand the consequences of a wrong decision here."

I swallow. "What are you getting at?"

"I know what happened to your parents," he mumbles, his voice low and garbled. "I followed you to the hospital cafeteria today."

I should be angry, but I'm really just mortified. "What did you hear?" I ask, sounding as small as a mouse.

"That it was your fault they died."

My voice raises an octave. "You're not threatening to kill yourself!"

"No. But I'm telling you, if you choose Jay, I lose everything. My life will become worthless. I'll end up a good-for-nothing, miserable man, just like my father. And it'll be your fault, all" – he leans forward – "over" – he grabs my shirt collar – "again."

"Your father isn't good-for-nothing! He loves you, Lloyd." He's letting his heightened emotions get the best of him. He needs to calm down.

"I guess you don't really care." He turns away. "I have nothing more to say to you."

He unsteadily takes a step forward, but I place a hand on his arm. "Lloyd, wait!"

His empty eyes meet mine.

I beg him, "Don't do this. I – I – "

"Nya?" Jay asks timidly, appearing in the doorway. "Is everything all right out here?"

I clench my eyes shut and swallow back fear. No, no, no. Jay is only making this worse.

"What do you think you're doing?" Lloyd says threateningly. Murderously, almost.

"I'm checking on you two. You've been out here a few minutes, and I heard yelling." Jay's eyes move to mine, and I know he's aware of Lloyd's drunken state.

My best friend staggers over to him, and now Jay's pushed up against the building. "Break it off with Nya."

Jay's worried gaze is fixed on me. "Break what off?"

"Your fake relationship," he spits. "Although it doesn't seem so fake anymore."

"No," Jay replies. "Lloyd, this isn't you. Nya and I are happy together."

"So you admit that you like each other!" Lloyd exclaims, stabbing a finger at Jay's chest. His other hand winds up for a punch.

"Lloyd, no! You'll hurt him! Let him go!" I beg.

"No! Not until he promises me that there won't be any romance, fake or otherwise, between you two."

"Lloyd, that's not – " I freeze as he lands a blow to Jay's stomach.

I snap. Creating a burst of water, I spray it at Lloyd.

He cries out in surprise, but releases Jay. My boyfriend lunges from underneath his grasp and runs toward me.

"Let's get inside," he says, steeling his face. I know Lloyd hit him pretty hard.

I nod numbly and head for the door. That's when Lloyd grunts in anger, and a giant ball of green power hurtles into the side of the edifice.

I whip around, studying Lloyd. He's looking at his hands as though just now realizing they're deadly weapons, not paying any attention to Jay. Good.

"Go get the others," I mutter to Jay.

"But – "

"Go, Jay," I bid him seriously.

I hear his reluctant footsteps leave.

"Lloyd, let's settle this without powers," I begin, looking back over at him.

"You blasted me with water first!" he argues.

I frown. Yeah, but what choice did I have? "You're right, Lloyd. I'm sorry." Not really. "But I think we can reason this out, right?"

He shakes a fist at me. "Only if it means you realize I'm right!"

Okay, well, that's not happening. "I know you're hurting, Lloyd. I'm sorry."

"'Sorry' doesn't change anything! I need you to choose me over Jay, Nya. It's one or the other."

I hope my backup gets here soon. "But we're a team. Can't I be friends with both of you?"

"You're not just friends with Jay!" Lloyd shouts.

I inhale. "You're right." Oh, what to say? "We do like each other, Lloyd. But that doesn't mean I can't also be best friends with you."

He crumples. "You don't know what it's like to be all alone." Tears flow unchecked down his cheeks.

"No, I don't, but you're not alone."

"Then prove it," he bids me with a cold, teary glare.

"Get away from her, Lloyd," Jay says from behind me, obviously having returned.

My best friend laughs. "Funny. I could say the same to you."

Cole's voice speaks next. "Maybe we should all call it a night and talk about this in the morning. I know I always feel – "

Lloyd suddenly cries out in rage, and a ball of power emerges from between his hands. I roll out of the way as he shoots it at Cole.

Jay makes a dive for me, covering my body with his own.

A boom sounds as power collides with brick. When the dust clears, there's a hole big enough to crawl through in the side of the monastery.

"Are you crazy?" Cole screeches. "You could've killed me."

Where in Ninjago is Misako?

Lloyd doesn't listen, instead targeting Jay and me. We rush out of the way just in time for a power blast to whizz past us.

"Lloyd, stop!" I demand.

"You're making me do this!" he bites back, his tone wild with rage and agony.

I watch in terror as he continues to fire at his team. He's going to murder us!

Jay creates a spark with his hand.

I gasp. "Jay, no!" Oh my gosh, either my best friend or my boyfriend is going to kill the other!

"We don't have a choice!" Jay argues. "We're all in danger!"

Zane leaps at Lloyd, but he's easily thrown off and cast to the side. His body tumbles toward us, and his head lolls oddly to the left.

"Lloyd! Stop, Lloyd, stop!" I'm practically crying now. "Omigosh." I try to make a dive for Zane, but I fail as Lloyd shoots another power blast.

Jay steps out in front of me, ready to blast his teammate. His friend. His...brother.

I know what I have to do.

"Wait," I yell. "Wait. Jay..."

He turns to me.

Lloyd forms a ball of power. "Do it, Nya, or I'll shoot."

"Jay..." I trail off, rising and trudging up to him. I fit my palm against his cheek, loving the slope of the bone. I memorize each freckle, each fleck of dark blue in his bright eyes. I place my hands on his shoulders.

"Nya, what are you doing?" Jay wonders, confused. I can see distress written all over his features.

"I'll shoot!" Lloyd reiterates.

My gaze travels to the tiny scar above Jay's left eye. I gently press my lips to it. When I pull away, our eyes meet.

I hear Lloyd's power surge as he prepares to fire. Jay turns and moves to protect me. Come to think of it, he's always been protective like that.

I guess it's time for me to be protective of him.

"Jay, I'm breaking up with you," I murmur. Only he can hear.

I see surprise, pain, the look of a wounded animal. All cross his face. "What?" he rasps.

I feel tears beginning to gather all over again. "I'm breaking up with you," I say a little louder, a hitch in my voice. Now that Lloyd sees what I'm doing, his weapon diminishes.

"But – no," Jay says. "You love me."

I feel my very being slam fists into my innards. I can't look at him, so I look at Lloyd to see we aren't in any immediate danger.

"No," I reply, my voice blending with the breeze.

Jay plants his hands at my waist. "Yes, you do. You – you told me. You promised me. What did that kiss mean? The way you looked at me? And...with everything I told you about my mom..." His desperate eyes study mine.

"Say something, I'm giving up on you.

And I'll be the one, if you want me to.

Anywhere, I would've followed you.

Say something, I'm giving up on you."

"It was..." I gulp. "It was just my imagination. I – I thought I loved you. But it all happened so fast, and I think I got carried away, and now..." I shake my head.

"Get off me!" Lloyd shouts. I assume Cole is trying to subdue him, given that Zane is down for the count.

Gosh, I hope Zane's okay. This is bad.

"That isn't true, Nya!" Jay yells angrily. "You weren't imagining anything!"

"I was." I don't notice I'm biting my tongue until I taste blood. "I never wanted to hurt you, Jay."

"Hurt me? How could you hurt me more than this? And Nya, you're hurting yourself!"

"And I

Am feeling so small.

It was over my head.

I know nothing at all.

And I

Will stumble and fall.

I'm still learning to love,

Just learning to crawl."

A crash sounds as Lloyd uses his powers to throw Cole off. The earth ninja groans.

"No! No, Jay, you don't understand!" I moan.

"I understand plenty. We're two kids who fell in love. I always liked you, and you never noticed me. But in three days, I think we both realized" – he twines his fingers with mine – "that we're meant to be. That we have something stronger than any other relationship we will ever develop again. We have true love. You're talking crazy, okay?" He looks back toward Lloyd, then pulls out his phone - probably to call the police.

"Say something, I'm giving up on you.

I'm sorry that I couldn't get to you.

Anywhere, I would've followed you.

Say something, I'm giving up on you."

I rip my hand away from his, toppling backward from the force. I withhold a groan, biting back tears at the stupidity of my best friend. And myself, for telling Jay I loved him before I knew I could keep that promise.

"Oh my gosh." Jay bends down beside me. "Calm down, Nya. It's all okay. Did you hurt yourself?"

More than he knows. "I'm fine, but you're not listening to me!"

"And I

Will swallow my pride.

You're the one that I love,

And I'm saying goodbye."

"Lloyd, stand down, or we're calling the police," Cole growls.

"Put the phone down!" Lloyd orders. A surge of power lands somewhere near Jay and me.

"Easy," Cole says carefully.

Seconds later, another blast resounds.

I shove Jay's own phone out of his hands. The only way to calm Lloyd down...is to break up with Jay. We can't have the cops swarming this place and arresting Lloyd.

Jay frowns down at me, his tone serious for once. "Zane's injured. I know you don't like this, but we need to call the authorities." He grabs his phone off the ground.

I clutch my stomach. Oh, I think I'm going to be sick. How could Lloyd do this to anyone?

My gaze turns to Lloyd, who watches us with a hardness I've never before witnessed in him.

I'm killing my best friend, just like I murdered my parents.

I'm killing my team.

And here I am, debating a break-up that would end it all. My heart is blacker than Harumi's. Goshdang it.

That's when my eyes shut and my hand untwines from Jay's, which reassuringly has come to clutch my fingers again. I roll away, curling my arms around myself to ease the stabbing pain within. 

Oh my gosh. I'm the one thing I've sought to avoid - I'm the weak little girl I was four and a half years ago.

I feel myself breathe heavily, and my words come out between heaves of hot air. "No, no, no." The words are barely above a whisper. "I'm not her. I'm not her. I can't be her." I bury my face in my hands.

"Nya, are you okay?" Jay asks, concerned. "You look like you're going to be sick." He drops his phone on the ground, rubbing my shoulder instead.

"No phones!" Lloyd bellows, shooting a power blast mere feet from my head.

Some part of me I didn't know existed finds itself. I sit up with a strength not my own - a strength not the little girl's who killed her parents. "Listen, Jay, I know it's hard, but I can't love you." I take in a ragged breath, trying to still the rapid beating of my heart.

His world shatters. I can see it written all in the lines of his face. "Nya," he implores. "You can love me. You have loved me, ever since we danced behind the school! That's what you told me. You promised." His bottom lip trembles. "Didn't you?"

I can't look at him. I can't see him like this. This is all I ever do - cause heartache and pain and misery. And discord, according to Lloyd.

I release a heavy breath. "I did tell you that, Jay, but – but it's about time you realize I'm not who I claim to be." I'm just an impulsive child with blood on her hands.

"I don't believe that about you for a second," he says pleadingly.

I swallow hard. "Well, then, you never knew me."

"Yes, I did. I do. We can fix this. Whatever I've done – "

"It's nothing you've done!" I exclaim. I make the mistake of looking at Lloyd.

Jay turns to follow my gaze, and I see fire light his features.

"You!" he shouts. "You're making Nya leave me! You're making her walk away!" He swears. "You know I've had feelings for her for so long, and you're taking her away from me now? I thought we were brothers!'

"You never should have fallen in love," Lloyd rumbles.

"We both did! Don't you understand you're harming Nya, too?" Jay's voice breaks on my name.

"Nya was happier before you," Lloyd slurs. "And so was I."

Jay comes at him, his good arm ready to punch. "You don't care for her, not like I do!" Lightning crackles at his fingertips.

My best friend looks ready to fight, but I raise my voice. "Leave him alone, Lloyd."

"I won't, Nya. Not until he leaves. You're worth it to me." His words are drunken, yet so sure of themselves.

"Stop!" I order, forcing myself to rise off the ground. I'm falling apart about my dead parents, and here I am trying to stop my team from crumbling because of my volatile best friend.

Lloyd looks at me. "Why should I?"

I breathe in. "Because Jay will go." My eyes plead with my boyfriend. "You will, won't you, Jay? Please?"

"No, Nya," he argues resolutely. "Not as long as we have something to fight for."

Oh, no. He's going to make me say it.

A voice I didn't know I had manages to escape my mouth. "We don't, Jay. We don't have anything to fight for besides this team and Ninjago." I shake my head sadly.

He looks like I just shot him. "But Nya, my mom...she left me, but I...I was sure you wouldn't! How could you do this to me?" He holds out his arms pleadingly, begging me to come to him.

I hate myself. I hate myself so, so much. "I don't love you, Jay."

"It's a lie, Nya!" he sniffles.

"I never did," the voice continues, heightening in volume. "And – " I choke on my words.

I should just go now before I cause any more pain.

"Bye," I laugh humorlessly, wrapping my arms tightly around my stomach. I march inside the monastery and toward my room.

"You win, Lloyd," I hiss under my breath, feeling salty tears sting my eyes. "I hope you're happy."

Once I find my quarters, I wrench open the door with vigor. Before I know it, it's slammed behind me, and I'm locking myself in.

I end up on the carpet. I don't know how much time I spend down there. I'm broken, and it seems the only place where I'm living anymore is in my memories. Memories of my dad, the date Jay and I had planned, my sweet mother. Memories of Lloyd, even.

I don't know how anyone I loved so much could hurt me like this. But then, I've hurt people too, haven't I?

"I'm sorry, Mom. I'm sorry, Dad. I'm sorry" – I sniffle miserably and barely make out the word – "Jay. I promise...promise not to hurt you again, okay? I'll be better...for you."

"Say something, I'm giving up on you.

I'm sorry that I couldn't get to you.

And anywhere, I would've followed you.

Say something I'm giving up on you.

Say something, I'm giving up on you.

Say something."

My eyes open to find my full-length mirror propped against my closet door. It reflects something I never, ever want to see again.

All I see is twelve-year-old me. My ocean-blue eyes and fair skin. The weight of the world on my shoulders. My long, dark hair. I always wore it in two braids when I was that age.

"Well," I say bitterly, "at least that's one thing I can fix."

I snatch my scissors off my dresser and sloppily chop off my silky hair. Part of me breaks, since I love my long hair. But what's one fissure in a pile of craggly, unidentifiable bits?

I will - must - find a way to never hurt anyone else ever again.

***So. Yeah. Lots of drama there, but it had to be that way...***