Tea Time

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Wu POV

"What was Ed's relationship with Jay like?" I asked Edna while handing her a cup of tea from my pot.

"They used to get along super well. They were practically bestfriends. I... I noticed that there was tension between the 2 of them when Nelson passed, but I didn't realize how bad it was until Ed pulled the gun out on him." Edna replied shakily as she looked towards my beard, her facial features in a grim line.

After getting the instructions from my nephew, I came here. From what I gathered so far, Edna was a peaceful but loud soul. I could tell that she was nervous and confused. I was going to have to tell her about Jay, which was something I wasn't looking forward to at all. However, she deserved an explanation for the bizarre questions that I asked as soon as I showed up on her doorstep. 

I couldn't help but feel as though the Junkyard was a charming establishment in the middle of nowhere. I could see why Jay felt attached to it when we talked compared to the other places that he lived at. I could also see why he was fond of Edna in a weird way. She seemed to have the presence that wanted you to spill out your guts.

"Did you know that Jay didn't like him?" I asked as I arched an eyebrow in her direction and stroked my beard.

"Jay is very good at repressing his feelings. I know that something happened the one time that I had Ed drop him off at one of his appointments, but I didn't get anything out of him. Jay has always sort of been like that. He can talk your head off about anything, but if the conversation ever got to him, he sort of just shut down. He didn't like to talk about himself that much at all. Why with all of these questions?" Edna asked as she looked towards me in concern.

I sighed as I slowly told her everything that happened last night. I could see how she looked panicked about Jay. I realized that she still cared for him, even after everything that happened. However, I could help but feel a little resented towards her. Why didn't she help Jay when he pointed the gun? Why did she just go to the opposite room in this cramped little living space? She would surely still hear the gunshots.

"If you don't mind me asking, why didn't you help him when Ed pointed the gun after him the first time?" I asked, wondering if I asked too quickly.

Edna was still quiet as she looked towards the floor. That made my eyes furrow in confusion that made me concerned. Why was it that all of the adults in Jay's life were complete wackos? How did Jay not turn up to be a wacko with everything? He certainly had the greatest excuse for doing that.

I smiled at the thought of my pupil. He certainly had a bright aroura around him that also always fought with the darkness that surrounded him. He had every right to be selfish,  but instead he was selfless. I would have to ask him about why when he returned. It made me curious with how he was raised. How did he not turn into a complete asshole? Garmadon did, and he didn't live with the same issues that Jay had.

The thought of my brother made me frown as I thought back to my Nephew. I knew that he hadn't had the best relationship with his Dad, and that he hadn't since his Mom and his dad both abandoned him to my care. I knew that it was hard for him, and I knew I would never be his Father. I wish that I could convince Lloyd not to be ashamed of his Father. Perhaps this whole ordeal with Jay and his Parents would convince him that there were people out there who had it worse than him. 

"Ed... I still love him, and I think that somewhere down there is a good man. I believe that the good man that I fell in love with all of those years ago is still down in there. He was really happy a couple of years ago, saying he finally got closure about Nelson. I thought that he was finally going to go back to my Ed. I am very loyal to my partner. I can't leave him. It is my duty to stay with him through the good and the bad. Why do you think that Jay never actually left when he did leave? I taught him that you need to be loyal no matter what. He generally is, unless that is with Ed." Edna said as she thought, her eyes traveled towards out the window.

"Closure?" I asked, not sure if I wanted the answer to it.

"One night, he just came home and said that he finally got the closure that he wanted. I was confused to say the least. At first, I thought he was drunk, but then I couldn't smell the alcohol on him. He just seemed so happy. I didn't want to question it, even though it was sending a lot of red flags my way. Especially with him just disappearing for days at a time..." Edna said as she thought, a frown in her features again as she continued.

"Days on end? Where did he go?" I asked, seeing that there was something else that wasn't being explored on this side of the story.

"I don't know and I never asked. I did see on the car one day that he had went at least a few hundred miles away. I don't know where that is in what direction. I wasn't going to ask or even think about it. I also don't know if he was making side trips." Edna said as she shrugged her eyebrows scrunching before placing a smile on her face.

I didn't like how this was sitting with me. I think that there was something more to the story of what happened to Nelson on that Halloween night, and I think that Ed was in the center of it all. I looked towards Edna and felt bad for her. She really wasn't going to leave him, even if it meant that he was a deranged Serial Killer.

"If there are other people you want to question, I would suggest talking to Nelsons old friends. However, no one has seen them in years. One of them disappeared like right after Nelson did." Edna said, interrupting my train of thought.

"Thank you for your time, Edna. I am sure that the Ninja are working to bring him home." I said, with a sad but reassuring smile.

"I would hope that they would bring one of their own home." Edna said as she raised an eyebrow.

"What? How did you know?" I asked, shocked that she figured out their identities.

"A mother has her secrets." She said with a wink as she laughed at my expression.

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