[That's all he can whisper as he listens to that description. That graphic description. His tears are flowing, and he drops to his knees, feeling broken. That Katara, any Katara, could suffer like that.... it's too much for him to bear.
She's real. The thought that Sokka plants, choking at Aang's heart. The idea that this isn't just some phantom of a past that could have been, brought on by the Malnosso. But an actual Katara who was burned and suffering and shunned everyone. While one boy was sleeping in an iceberg, without a care in the world. Because he didn't want to. He didn't want to save the world then. It's my fault.
He looks up towards Sokka, sharply and desperately, his voice cracking as he cries out.]
Sokka, I - I don't know what to do! [How to help Katara. How to comfort Sokka. And Ikki. How would this effect her? This was the nightmare he didn't think he could just bend away from her.] Why is this happening?
[ action, January 11th ]
[That's all he can whisper as he listens to that description. That graphic description. His tears are flowing, and he drops to his knees, feeling broken. That Katara, any Katara, could suffer like that.... it's too much for him to bear.
She's real. The thought that Sokka plants, choking at Aang's heart. The idea that this isn't just some phantom of a past that could have been, brought on by the Malnosso. But an actual Katara who was burned and suffering and shunned everyone. While one boy was sleeping in an iceberg, without a care in the world. Because he didn't want to. He didn't want to save the world then. It's my fault.
He looks up towards Sokka, sharply and desperately, his voice cracking as he cries out.]
Sokka, I - I don't know what to do! [How to help Katara. How to comfort Sokka. And Ikki. How would this effect her? This was the nightmare he didn't think he could just bend away from her.] Why is this happening?