[This - this was the last voice Katara expected to hear when she opened up the journal. She'd very nearly forgotten what that voice sounded like, to the point where just a few weeks ago she'd been going back through the journal to refresh her memory.
The last time he left nearly broke her.
It's been two years.]
...Aang?
[There's still that hope, that sense of so wanting to see someone you care deeply for - but it's muted now by dread of loss and guarded, a bit, by disappointment.]
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The last time he left nearly broke her.
It's been two years.]
...Aang?
[There's still that hope, that sense of so wanting to see someone you care deeply for - but it's muted now by dread of loss and guarded, a bit, by disappointment.]