【您家狗】盲者之眼：碎片 第五章 自制中文版 乐高幻影忍者(4)

‘Thank-thank you, I p-p-promise I'll answer any and a-all of your q-questions.’ Clancee's tone had eased and became slightly more relaxed, feeling comforted by not being on the opposite side of the legendary Green Ninja for once. ‘This outcropping should keep us safe for the night, we'll pick up our trail first thing in the morning’, Lloyd responded with a slightly frustrated tone, ‘but let's make one thing clear: after we reach the mountain top, you stick to your end of the deal and leave Ninjago for good. I know an empty Kryptarium cell or two if you decade otherwise.’ Uneased by Lloyd's words, Clancee was quick to agree to the deal. ‘Y-y-yes sir!’, Clancee responded. The two shook hands and took shelter from the ever-growing violent winds of the mountain. Clancee settled in nicely beside the fire, yet only did so to replicate traditional human behaviour. Being cold-blooded certainly has its advantages in a place such as the Wailing Alps. ‘Tea?’, Lloyd asked the comforted Serpent. ‘N-n-no thank you, I appreciate the t-thought though’, Clancee responded. Lloyd finished brewing his cup and sat just across from Clancee, with only a small heat lamp between them. Lloyd inspected his new acquaintance, curious to see whether or not he had been concealing a blade or another weapon. Yet, the only thing that caught Lloyd's attention was his peg-leg. Empathizing with the Serpentine, Lloyd pondered why someone would make such a journey with such a disadvantage. Is it bravery? Or is it foolishness? Clancee, oblivious to most things around him, noticed the set of faint green eyes inspecting his distinct peg-leg. ‘Sorry’, Lloyd stated, ‘I shouldn't stare like that.’ Clancee looked down at his leg. ‘Th-tha-that's alright! I-I'm is used to p-people looking at P-PPeggy like that.’, Clancee responded. ‘Peggy?’, Lloyd questioned. ‘Clancee likes to name his f-favourite things', he responded, ‘it helps Clancee not feel so l-l-lonely when nobody else is around. N-nobody should ever be all on their ow-own. I-I even name every m-m-mop and bucket that Clancee is l-lucky enough to m-meet!’. Lloyd couldn't help but allow a brief smile. Not out of amusement, rather one out of admiration. Admiration in Clancee's ability to find joy and peace in the simplest of things. Lloyd's eyes began to feel heavy as he pondered whether or not to make himself another brew, realising he had not slept in quite some time now. ‘Y-yyou look tired’, Clancee stated, ‘y-you should get some s-sleep?.’ Lloyd, knowing Clancee was right, deflected this suggestion. ‘I will, but not until you've explained why you broke our deal and left the Dark Island’, Lloyd responded, practically collapsing by this point. Clancee placed Lloyd's backpack in the corner with his blade laying peacefully against it, leaving ample space for Lloyd to get the rest he needed. ‘Clancee will t-tell you his tale in the m-morning, but s-s-sleep is very important,’ he said to Lloyd, as he willingly wrapped himself up for the night, letting out a faint ‘thank you’ before falling asleep, leaving Clancee silently reciting his favourite sea shanties by the buzzing lamp.