Katara (
markofthebrave) wrote2010-09-10 12:06 am
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Entry tags:
- *chouji,
- *diana,
- *kurt,
- *mercury,
- *nephry,
- *san,
- *sapphire birch,
- *zuko,
- au! not fun,
- finding peace where i can,
- homesickness sucks,
- just a girl,
- kya is a hero,
- last waterbender of her tribe,
- let's do this,
- life is so simple here,
- message in a bottle,
- messing with a little girl's dream,
- might need something stronger than soda,
- out and about,
- push and pull,
- skipping stones ftw,
- things can always get worse,
- water adapts
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[So today? Katara cuts short her usual routine with a cheerful wave and ducks out on her housemates. Aang showing up pushed so many things out of her mind, and now they were all crowding back in, along with the strangeness of Zuko's return.
She misses the Straw Hats. Going camping right now sounds wonderful. And she really wants Aang to meet them! She thought about trying to contact them over the journals, but... didn't really want to interrupt. Besides, it was better... to get used to people being gone.
She can handle this by herself. Katara is not given to introspection, but at her favorite spot by the South bridge, Katara has gathered a fair amount of smooth stones, and is alternating between stone-skipping and staring at her conversation with Nephry. She only knows one way to deal with this, and that's facing it straight on and adapting.
Water is the element of change. Water adapts.
And so, to find some way to remind herself of this and gather up the courage and mental clarity to sort things out, Katara will eventually step off the bridge and walk a ways beside the river. Once there, she closes her eyes and very slowly begins to practice basic forms, the water streaming about her in constant change and accompaniment to her thoughts, until she can almost see it in her mind's eye, overwhelming the flames.
Much, much later, she takes a seat, and makes a filter. She only hopes that she truly means what she says.]
Nephry, it's Katara. If you'd like to meet sometime today, or later this week... I'm ready now.
She misses the Straw Hats. Going camping right now sounds wonderful. And she really wants Aang to meet them! She thought about trying to contact them over the journals, but... didn't really want to interrupt. Besides, it was better... to get used to people being gone.
She can handle this by herself. Katara is not given to introspection, but at her favorite spot by the South bridge, Katara has gathered a fair amount of smooth stones, and is alternating between stone-skipping and staring at her conversation with Nephry. She only knows one way to deal with this, and that's facing it straight on and adapting.
Water is the element of change. Water adapts.
And so, to find some way to remind herself of this and gather up the courage and mental clarity to sort things out, Katara will eventually step off the bridge and walk a ways beside the river. Once there, she closes her eyes and very slowly begins to practice basic forms, the water streaming about her in constant change and accompaniment to her thoughts, until she can almost see it in her mind's eye, overwhelming the flames.
Much, much later, she takes a seat, and makes a filter. She only hopes that she truly means what she says.]
Nephry, it's Katara. If you'd like to meet sometime today, or later this week... I'm ready now.
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[Opps. Maybe not the best thing ever to bring up if she wants to avoid a certain subject.]
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[Yes, Katara. She'll be bringing it up now.] Katara, about that experiment...
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We're not where you think we are.
Adapt.]
...I think I owe you thanks, too. A lot of my memories on that day are confused, but I remember you finding her, I think. Thank you, Diana.
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You're welcome. ...Do you want to talk about it?
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It's... hard. They feel real. Both sets of memories. And...
[And I'm angry on her behalf, that other me who was just a child. And I'm angry because it was me, because of the things that they said, because of what they did to me.]
...it's a lot.
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[She shakes her head.] I'll be fine, Diana. It's not that important, anyway.
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I've... tried what he said, saying that it wasn't real. But that... [She shakes her head.] What makes something real anyway? I mean... I remember it.
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But I did experience them. I remember them too - just like my own memories from home. Just because it didn't happen to me when I was eight... doesn't mean it didn't happen to me.
Sometimes my back... I can still remember the pain. How it happened isn't as clear, but... the pain was very real.
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What happened to you, to your other eight year old self, it wasn't right. And it's fine to accept this as reality, but wouldn't that be doing more harm than good? Use the pain to drive you forward, not to look back at a past that never happened.
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It didn't make me who I was, but... if I remember it, I don't see how it can't stop becoming a part of who I'll be.