Ghosthost

“You’re holding her wrong.”

“I am not holding her wrong!”

“You’re supporting her head wrong, Jay.”

“I am supporting her head!”

“You are not,” Zane corrected calmly. “Her neck requires—”

“I’ve got it!” Jay insisted.

“Give her to me before you drop her,” Kai cut in, reaching.

“I’m not going to drop her!”

Cole, already now holding you comfortably, leaned back slightly. “You both sound ridiculous.”

“That’s because you stole her,” Jay snapped.

“I didn’t steal her,” Cole replied. “She chose me.”

You cooed softly in agreement, your small hand grabbing onto his shirt.

“…Okay, that’s not fair,” Kai muttered.

Nearby, Lloyd crouched down, smiling gently. “Hey, Y/n… do you wanna come here?”

Your attention shifted immediately, your arms reaching toward him.

“Oh, come on,” Jay groaned. “She likes everyone but me.”

“That is incorrect,” Zane said. “She has responded positively to your presence multiple times.”

“…Yeah, but not like that,” Jay mumbled.

Wu watched from a distance, hands folded within his sleeves, his expression calm but approving as he observed the way they circled around you, each of them drawn in without hesitation.

“Remember,” he said evenly, “caring for another requires patience.”

“We’ve got patience,” Kai said quickly.

“You argued over holding her for ten minutes,” Wu replied.

“…We’ve got developing patience.”

—

On the day everything went wrong, the monastery felt slightly less structured in Wu’s absence.

“This is fine,” Jay said confidently. “We’ve got everything under control.”

“That statement is already incorrect,” Zane replied.

You sat between them, surrounded as always, your attention bouncing from one to the other with bright curiosity.

“Alright, watch this,” Jay said, holding out his hand as small sparks flickered to life between his fingers.

Your eyes lit up instantly, a delighted sound escaping you.

“See? She loves it,” he grinned.

Kai scoffed. “That’s nothing. Y/n, look at this.”

A small flame danced in his palm, warm and controlled, its glow reflecting in your wide eyes.

Zane stepped forward slightly. “Perhaps we should avoid—”

“Relax, I’ve got it under control,” Kai said.

Your gaze remained locked on the flickering flame, your expression unusually focused as you leaned forward just slightly.

“…Fff—”

The sound was small and unsteady— but unmistakable.

“…Did she just—” Lloyd started quietly.

“Fuck.”

Everything stopped, Jay’s mouth flying open in the process. “No way—”

Kai stared in disbelief, his ego faltering as he had expected your first word to be fire—now dred and horror taking over his features instead. “No. No, No—”

You giggled, clearly pleased with the reactions you were receiving. “Fuck.”

“NO,” all of them said at once.

“Okay, who said that around her?” Kai demanded immediately, pointing.

Jay pointed right back. “You!”

“I did not!”

“You literally say it all the time!”

Cole raised a hand. “It was definitely one of you.”

“It was not me!” Jay insisted.

Zane spoke, his tone tighter than usual. “This is not helping. The issue is that she has learned inappropriate language.”

“Yeah, we KNOW that!” Kai snapped.

You clapped happily.

“Fuck!”

Jay grabbed his head. “Oh, this is bad.”

“This is really bad,” Lloyd added quietly.

Zane straightened. “Sensei Wu will be returning soon.”

Silence fell instantly.

“…We’re dead,” Kai said.

“Do not say that in front of her!” Jay hissed.

“Focus!” Cole cut in. “We just need to teach her something else.”

He crouched in front of you, offering a hopeful smile. “Hey… can you say ‘tea’?”

You blinked at him.

“Fuck.”

Cole leaned back. “Okay, not tea.”

“Try something easier,” Jay said quickly. “Like—like ‘Jay.’ Say ‘Jay.’”

You looked directly at him.

“Fuck.”

“…I don’t like this game,” Jay muttered.

Lloyd tried next, softer. “How about ‘Wu’? Can you say ‘Wu’?”

You reached toward him.

“Fuck.”

Kai paced. “Why is that the only word she knows?!”

“Because one of you keeps saying it,” Cole shot back.

“I said I didn’t—”

Footsteps echoed outside the doorway, each panicked ninja freezing in place as thier heads whipped towards the door.

“…No,” Jay whispered.

Zane turned toward the door. “He has returned.”

“Okay, okay, nobody panic,” Kai said quickly.

“You’re already panicking,” Lloyd replied.

“I am not panicking!”

You giggled.

“Fuck.”

“Please stop saying that,” Jay begged quietly.

The door slid open.

Wu stepped inside, his gaze immediately taking in the scene before him—the tight circle, the tense expressions, the unmistakable atmosphere of something having gone very wrong.

“Is everything alright?” he asked calmly.

No one answered.

You turned toward him instantly, your face lighting up as your arms reached out.

“Sensei,” Lloyd started, voice careful.

Wu stepped forward and took you gently into his arms, your small hands immediately gripping his robes as you settled against him, completely content.

He looked down at you. “Did you behave while I was away?

“Fuck.”

The silence that followed was suffocating.

Wu’s expression didn’t change immediately, though his eyes slowly lifted from you to the others, each of whom suddenly found the floor incredibly interesting.

“…Explain,” he said.

Kai pointed at Jay. “It was him.”

Jay’s head snapped up. “It was not me!”

“You literally say it all the time!”

“You say it more!”

Cole stepped back. “I’m not involved in this.”

“You are absolutely involved!” Kai snapped.

Zane clasped his hands behind his back. “It was a collective failure.”

Wu regarded them for a long moment, the weight of his silence far more intimidating than any raised voice.

Meanwhile, you simply laughed, entirely unbothered, resting comfortably in his arms as though nothing at all was wrong.

Wu exhaled slowly.

“We will be discussing appropriate language,” he said at last.

“…Yes, Sensei,” they answered in unison.

You looked up at him again, smiling brightly. And though none of them dared react—they all heard it coming.

“Fu—”

Kai lunged forward. “NO—new word, new word, we’re learning a new word right now—”

Despite everything, despite the tension and the inevitable consequences waiting just ahead—even as they stood there bracing for the lecture they knew was coming, you remained safe, warm, and completely at ease in Wu’s arms.

You barely manage to steady your footing as another blow meets your weapon, the force of it jolting up your arms and forcing you back a step, then another, your breath catching as you try to regain balance, to find rhythm again in a fight that has long since abandoned anything resembling control.

Somewhere to your left, Kai’s fire flares bright and wild, and Jay’s voice cuts through the chaos, but it all feels distant, like you’re hearing it from underwater, your focus splintered between survival and the growing, sinking realization that this might not be a fight any of you walk away from.

“Lloyd!” you call out, your voice strained as you twist out of another strike, your gaze snapping toward him the moment you catch sight of green.

He’s only a few feet away, but it feels farther, his movements still precise but heavier than they should be, each strike just a fraction slower than usual, like the weight of the battle is finally starting to catch up with him.

He moves without hesitation, cutting through the enemy between you with sharp strikes before closing the distance, his hand finding yours with urgency as he pulls you closer, just enough to be heard over everything else.

“If we don’t make it out of this—”

“We will,” you cut in quickly, the words coming out more breathless than you intend, more fragile, because even as you say them, something in your chest tightens with doubt.

His eyes search yours, and when he speaks again, his voice is softer, but far more certain. “If we don’t, I don’t want to leave things unfinished.”

Your heart stumbles at that, “…Lloyd—”

“Marry me.”

The world seems to tilt for a moment, the sheer normalcy of those words clashing violently with the fighting around you, and before you can fully process it, an explosion erupts somewhere too close, the force of it shaking the ground hard enough that you both stagger, your grip on each other tightening instinctively.

“…right now?” you manage, your voice quieter, caught somewhere between disbelief and excitement.

A breath escapes him, almost a laugh, his forehead nearly brushing yours as he holds your gaze. “I don’t think we’re getting a better time.”

Another wave of enemies surges forward, the urgency of the moment crashing back in all at once.

“Hey!” Kai’s voice rings out as he spins, fire bursting from his hands as he forces back an attacker. “If you two are having a moment, maybe make it quick!”

You glance toward him briefly before looking back at Lloyd, and in that split second, everything becomes painfully clear—there is no perfect moment waiting for you, no safety, no guarantee of later.

“…okay,” you say, your fingers tightening around his.

The relief that flickers across his face is brief but unmistakable, warming something in your chest even now.

“Okay,” he repeats, like he needs to hear it twice to believe it’s real.

“Zane!” Lloyd calls out, raising his voice just enough to carry.

Zane turns, deflecting an incoming strike before stepping back into a narrow pocket of space, his attention shifting fully to the two of you despite the battle still raging around him. “Yes?”

“Can you—” Lloyd pauses only for a fraction of a second, like even now he’s aware of how absurd it sounds, “—marry us?”

There’s a brief silence, Zane’s gaze flicking between you as if assessing the situation.

Then he nods, “I can.”

“Are you serious right now?!” Jay shouts from somewhere behind him, ducking under a wild swing. “We’re doing this?!”

“We’re doing this,” Kai fires back without missing a beat, shifting his stance to hold off another attacker, a grin somehow making its way onto his face. “Hurry it up!”

Zane runs closer, positioning himself between you and Lloyd, his voice steady and clear as he begins.

“Very well. We'll proceed efficiently.”

Despite everything, a small, breathless laugh escapes you, the absurdity of the moment hitting you.

Lloyd’s hands tighten around yours again, reminding you that this is real.

That he’s real.

“Do you, Lloyd Garmadon, choose to stand beside her, in whatever time remains—whether it be hours or years?” Zane asks, his tone unwavering.

“I do,” Lloyd answers immediately, the certainty in his voice cutting through the noise more sharply than anything else around you.

Zane turns to you, his gaze just as steady.

“And do you choose the same?”

Your chest rises and falls unevenly as you meet Lloyd’s eyes again, everything else fading just enough for this one moment to exist.

“I do.”

A loud clang rings out as Kai blocks another hit, his feet sliding slightly across the ground. “Any time now!”

Zane inclines his head just slightly. “Then by the authority temporarily assigned to me under extreme circumstances—”

“That’s not a thing!” Jay yells.

“—it is sufficient,” Zane continues smoothly, “to declare you bound to one another.”

Before the weight of those words can fully settle, another enemy lunges toward you, instinct taking over as Lloyd moves with you, your bodies falling into sync as you fend it off together, the rhythm of fighting returning as naturally as breathing.

But just before he fully turns away, he leans in giving you a sharp kiss.

The kiss is quick, but certain, a fleeting moment of warmth.

When he pulls back, his forehead rests briefly against yours, his breath still uneven but softer now.

“…guess that makes it official,” he whispers.

A small smile finds its way onto your lips. “Guess it does.”

“Alright, married people!” Kai shouts. “Try not to die on my watch!”

A quiet huff of laughter escapes Lloyd before he squeezes your hand one last time, reluctant but resolute as he pulls back just enough to fight again.

Even as the battle rages on, even as the outcome remains uncertain, one thing is no longer unfinished.

Not anymore.

I ACTUALLY NAMED MY CAT SPARROW (after jack sparrow)

You barely manage to steady your footing as another blow meets your weapon, the force of it jolting up your arms and forcing you back a step, then another, your breath catching as you try to regain balance, to find rhythm again in a fight that has long since abandoned anything resembling control.

Somewhere to your left, Kai’s fire flares bright and wild, and Jay’s voice cuts through the chaos, but it all feels distant, like you’re hearing it from underwater, your focus splintered between survival and the growing, sinking realization that this might not be a fight any of you walk away from.

“Lloyd!” you call out, your voice strained as you twist out of another strike, your gaze snapping toward him the moment you catch sight of green.

He’s only a few feet away, but it feels farther, his movements still precise but heavier than they should be, each strike just a fraction slower than usual, like the weight of the battle is finally starting to catch up with him.

He moves without hesitation, cutting through the enemy between you with sharp strikes before closing the distance, his hand finding yours with urgency as he pulls you closer, just enough to be heard over everything else.

“If we don’t make it out of this—”

“We will,” you cut in quickly, the words coming out more breathless than you intend, more fragile, because even as you say them, something in your chest tightens with doubt.

His eyes search yours, and when he speaks again, his voice is softer, but far more certain. “If we don’t, I don’t want to leave things unfinished.”

Your heart stumbles at that, “…Lloyd—”

“Marry me.”

The world seems to tilt for a moment, the sheer normalcy of those words clashing violently with the fighting around you, and before you can fully process it, an explosion erupts somewhere too close, the force of it shaking the ground hard enough that you both stagger, your grip on each other tightening instinctively.

“…right now?” you manage, your voice quieter, caught somewhere between disbelief and excitement.

A breath escapes him, almost a laugh, his forehead nearly brushing yours as he holds your gaze. “I don’t think we’re getting a better time.”

Another wave of enemies surges forward, the urgency of the moment crashing back in all at once.

“Hey!” Kai’s voice rings out as he spins, fire bursting from his hands as he forces back an attacker. “If you two are having a moment, maybe make it quick!”

You glance toward him briefly before looking back at Lloyd, and in that split second, everything becomes painfully clear—there is no perfect moment waiting for you, no safety, no guarantee of later.

“…okay,” you say, your fingers tightening around his.

The relief that flickers across his face is brief but unmistakable, warming something in your chest even now.

“Okay,” he repeats, like he needs to hear it twice to believe it’s real.

“Zane!” Lloyd calls out, raising his voice just enough to carry.

Zane turns, deflecting an incoming strike before stepping back into a narrow pocket of space, his attention shifting fully to the two of you despite the battle still raging around him. “Yes?”

“Can you—” Lloyd pauses only for a fraction of a second, like even now he’s aware of how absurd it sounds, “—marry us?”

There’s a brief silence, Zane’s gaze flicking between you as if assessing the situation.

Then he nods, “I can.”

“Are you serious right now?!” Jay shouts from somewhere behind him, ducking under a wild swing. “We’re doing this?!”

“We’re doing this,” Kai fires back without missing a beat, shifting his stance to hold off another attacker, a grin somehow making its way onto his face. “Hurry it up!”

Zane runs closer, positioning himself between you and Lloyd, his voice steady and clear as he begins.

“Very well. We'll proceed efficiently.”

Despite everything, a small, breathless laugh escapes you, the absurdity of the moment hitting you.

Lloyd’s hands tighten around yours again, reminding you that this is real.

That he’s real.

“Do you, Lloyd Garmadon, choose to stand beside her, in whatever time remains—whether it be hours or years?” Zane asks, his tone unwavering.

“I do,” Lloyd answers immediately, the certainty in his voice cutting through the noise more sharply than anything else around you.

Zane turns to you, his gaze just as steady.

“And do you choose the same?”

Your chest rises and falls unevenly as you meet Lloyd’s eyes again, everything else fading just enough for this one moment to exist.

“I do.”

A loud clang rings out as Kai blocks another hit, his feet sliding slightly across the ground. “Any time now!”

Zane inclines his head just slightly. “Then by the authority temporarily assigned to me under extreme circumstances—”

“That’s not a thing!” Jay yells.

“—it is sufficient,” Zane continues smoothly, “to declare you bound to one another.”

Before the weight of those words can fully settle, another enemy lunges toward you, instinct taking over as Lloyd moves with you, your bodies falling into sync as you fend it off together, the rhythm of fighting returning as naturally as breathing.

But just before he fully turns away, he leans in giving you a sharp kiss.

The kiss is quick, but certain, a fleeting moment of warmth.

When he pulls back, his forehead rests briefly against yours, his breath still uneven but softer now.

“…guess that makes it official,” he whispers.

A small smile finds its way onto your lips. “Guess it does.”

“Alright, married people!” Kai shouts. “Try not to die on my watch!”

A quiet huff of laughter escapes Lloyd before he squeezes your hand one last time, reluctant but resolute as he pulls back just enough to fight again.

Even as the battle rages on, even as the outcome remains uncertain, one thing is no longer unfinished.

Not anymore.

I ACTUALLY NAMED MY CAT SPARROW (after jack sparrow)

as soon as he finds out that he is going to be a father, he is filled with joy

is he nervous? 

oh, absolutely 

but that will not stop him from trying his hardest to be the best dad and partner in the entire world

does everything and i mean EVERYTHING, that [name] asks him to do

[name] wants snacks? no problem

[name] wants a massage? not to worry, he will learn how to do really good ones! just give him an hour

[name] wants to go on a walk at night? …that’s fine as long as he is right next to her 

he was scared that he wouldn’t be the father that he thought that his children deserved because of the lack of parenting that he got from his actual parents

of course, the ninja raised him too

but he was still scared

he started to read on the impact it could have on him parenting

but as soon he held both alina and winslow in his arms, his entire meaning of living changed

of course, [name] is the reason for living

but winslow and alina? they are the continuation for is reason

he carries them both at the same time

he sometimes switches to oni form to do that so he can have other hands to make lunch or dinner 

or the babies milk if [name] does not wish to breastfeed or if she is too tired to

which is fair, she spent three days in the monastery’s infirmary 

zane is a godsend

THEY HAVE GREEN EYES LIKE HIM AND IT MAKES HIM SO TEARFUL

he reads so many parenting books

he also switches to dragon form sometimes when he can tell that [name] needs to spend a bit of time by herself

dragon form keeps alina and winslow entertained 

their dad has a tail and wings?!

lloyd flies them around when they learnt how to grip but even then, it’s not that high above from the ground

the twins also have some green dragon scales on their skin due to their genetics but they disappear when they are not agitated 

THEY HAVE LLOYD WRAPPED ABOUT THEIR CHUBBY FINGERS

he kisses them every minute of every day

buys them everything he needs

takes responsibility of the children every time when him and [name] go out

very enthusiastic of having mud children 

which means that they play outside, eat grass, look at bugs

the twins usually match in clothes and he always tries to match with them

CUDDLES

NAPPING WITH THEM

takes extremely good care of their hair 

he didn’t think that their kids would be blond like him

gets ninja merch; specifically green ninja so they wear it or play with the toys

has their birthdate tattooed on his wrist

always scared for their future because they are descendants of the first spinjitzu master

The monastery did not feel like a sanctuary that evening.

It still looked the same, of course—the same light stretching across the wooden floors, the same soft rustle of wind through the open windows, the same peacefulness that had once made it feel like the safest place in the world. But now that peace felt strained, as though it were holding together something fragile that threatened to splinter at any moment.

You leaned against the wall of the monastery, your fingers loosely curled beside you agaisnt the worn wood as you stared out at the fading horizon, trying to steady your thoughts before they spiraled into something sharper than you intended.

Lloyd’s voice was careful, but there was an edge to it, something restrained that told you he had been thinking just as much as you had—and probably not in a way that left him calm.

You didn’t need to turn around when you heard his footsteps. “I’ve been looking for you.”

“I figured,” you replied quietly, though you didn’t face him right away, giving yourself one more second to breathe before the conversation inevitably turned into something heavier.

A pause followed, “I meant what I said earlier,” he added, stepping closer, his presence familiar at your side. “About him.”

You exhaled slowly, finally turning to look at him, your expression steady but not closed off. “I know you did.”

“And you still don’t see why this is a problem?” he pressed, his frustration slipping through despite his efforts to keep it contained.

“I do see why it’s a problem,” you answered, your tone calm but firm, “I just don’t agree with how you’re handling it.”

His brows pulled together slightly. “By trying to keep some distance between you and someone who is clearly—”

“Attached?” you finished for him, one eyebrow lifting faintly, though there was no real mockery in it, just honesty. “Yes, Lloyd, I noticed.”

“That’s not something to take lightly,” he said, his voice tightening. “He’s not just some stranger, he’s—”

“I know exactly who he is,” you interrupted, not sharply, but with enough certainty to stop him from continuing down that path. “And I also know who you are, which is why this is frustrating.”

“Frustrating?” he echoed, incredulous.

“Yes,” you said, your composure slipping just enough to let your emotions show, though your voice stayed low. “Because instead of trusting me to handle this, you’re trying to manage it for me.”

“I’m trying to protect you.”

“And I’m asking you to trust that I can protect myself,” you replied, meeting his gaze fully now, your expression softening just slightly as you stepped closer to him instead of pulling away. “There’s a difference.”

That seemed to land, though not easily.

“You don’t see the way he looks at you,” Lloyd said more quietly, and this time, there was no anger in it—just something more vulnerable, something closer to insecurity than he probably intended to let slip.

“I do,” you said gently, and the honesty in your voice made it impossible to dismiss. “That’s exactly why I’m not ignoring this.”

His shoulders tensed. “Then why are you even entertaining it?”

“I’m not entertaining anything,” you said, shaking your head, a small sigh slipping out as you tried to find the right way to explain something that wasn’t simple. “I’m acknowledging that he’s hurting, and that he deserves to be treated like a person, not a threat.”

“And what about us?” Lloyd asked, the question quieter now.

He searched your face, as if trying to find any hint of doubt, any hesitation.

Stepping closer, you reached for his hand, your fingers brushing against his before gently holding onto it, grounding both of you. “There is no ‘him or you’ situation here,” you said, your voice steady and sincere. “There never was.”

He didn’t.

“I chose you,” you continued, giving his hand a small, reassuring squeeze. “And I’m still choosing you. That hasn’t changed.”

The tension in him eased, not completely, but enough that his shoulders lowered slightly, his grip on your hand tightening just a fraction in return.

“I just don’t like the idea of losing you,” he admitted.

“You’re not going to,” you said softly, and this time, there was no edge, no argument, just quiet certainty. “But stop trying to make decisions for me instead of with me.”

That lingered, and this time… he didn’t argue. “…Okay,” he said after a moment, the word reluctant but genuine. “I’ll try to do better.”

For a moment, the tension lifted, replaced by something steadier. But you knew it wasn’t over, not yet.

You offered him a small smile, one that carried both appreciation and expectation. “Good. Because we’re a team, remember?” “Yeah,” he whispered, his expression softening. “We are.”

The monastery was quieter later that night, leaving everything feeling softer, more introspective.

Because there was still one conversation left to have.

—

You found him exactly where you expected.

Sitting near the edge of the courtyard steps, his elbows resting loosely on his knees as he stared out into the darkness, as though he were trying to make sense of a world that didn’t quite belong to him.

For a moment, you just watched him.

Not because you were unsure, but because you wanted to understand—really understand—what you were about to step into.

He glanced up, surprised but not startled, his expression shifting almost immediately into something more guarded, as if he had already decided to keep a careful distance this time.

Then, quietly, you approached. “Hey.”

“I didn’t think you’d come find me,” he admitted.

You shrugged lightly, stopping a few steps away before sitting down beside him, leaving just enough space to keep things comfortable, intentional.

“Maybe,” you said, your gaze drifting forward, mirroring his posture for a moment before continuing more thoughtfully, “but I don’t want the last thing you hear from me to feel like rejection without understanding.”

“There were things I didn’t say earlier,” you replied. A faint, almost bittersweet smile touched his expression. “You said enough.”

“I meant it when I said I’m sorry,” you began, “Not in a distant way, but genuinely. What you went through… losing someone you loved like that, especially in the middle of everything else you were dealing with… that kind of loss doesn’t just go away.”

He didn’t respond right away, but he didn’t look away either. That was enough.

His jaw tightened slightly, but he nodded.

“I don’t expect you to just move on,” you continued, glancing at him briefly before looking forward again. “And I don’t think you’re wrong for feeling what you feel when you look at me.”

“Then why does it feel like I am?” he asked, his voice low.

You took a moment before answering, choosing your words carefully.

“Because those feelings belong to a version of me that isn’t here anymore,” you said gently. “And holding onto them like I’m the same person… it keeps you tied to something you already lost.”

“I don’t think you have to all at once,” you said, offering a small, reassuring glance in his direction. “But I do think you have to let yourself see me as I am, not as who you remember.”

That settled between you, not harsh, but undeniable. “I don’t know how to separate that,” he admitted.

He let out a slow breath, his gaze dropping briefly before returning to you. “And who are you, then?” he asked.

There was no hesitation in your voice.

You smiled faintly, not because the question was simple, but because it wasn’t. “I’m his.” you said.

“I thought if I found you again, things would… fix themselves,” he admitted, the quiet vulnerability in his voice making it clear just how much he had been holding onto that belief.

“I know,” you said softly. “And I think part of you needed that hope just to keep going.”

He didn’t deny it.

“But I can’t be that for you,” you continued, turning slightly so you were facing him more fully now, your expression open but firm. “Not because I don’t care, but because it wouldn’t be real for either of us.”

A long silence followed, one that felt less like tension and more like acceptance slowly taking shape.

“It does feel different,” he said after a while. “Being here with you… it’s not the same.”

You nodded. “It shouldn’t be.”

He huffed a quiet breath, something almost like a sad laugh slipping through. “I think I’m starting to understand that.”

“Good,” you said gently, offering him a small, genuine smile. “Because you deserve more than chasing something that can’t exist anymore.”

He looked at you for a long moment, and this time, there was no desperation in his expression, no reaching for something just out of grasp.

Just quiet recognition.

“…Thank you,” he said.